“TOP OF THE WORLD” 4 Nov 97

with hooks and claws
and every effort that can be made
I strain for the summit
my great achievement
the end is almost in sight
my senses honed
for the banquet of a king
far above this
tiny world and
at last
I look for food on the greasy table top

2:

to the top of the world
to the freezing cold
to frostbite and oxygen deprivation
to white snow and landslides
crawling on the flesh
of frozen comrades
to prove something
oh, so macho

You Stupid Stupid Bastards

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