Poem Ending with a Sentence by Heath Ledger

Each grinding flattened American vowel smashed to centerlessness, his glee that whatever long ago mutilated his mouth, he has mastered to mutilate you: the Joker's voice, so unlike the bruised, withheld, wounded voice of Ennis Del Mar. Once I have the voice that's the line and at the end of the line is a hook and attached to that is the soul.