Answer:
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
What does everyone know how to open but not how to close?
What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
A doctor might remove one from the neck of a Dracula victim.
Brings the sky a lot closer.