Saturday, August 29, 2015

Make a sweater

Tick tick tick
bite bite bite
tock tock tock
might might might
lift your head up
fever on your skin
tears are dried up
like whispers on
the bin
reach reach reach
for an answer
in the bleak
of the night
camp out
so bleak
10,000 feet
it's a climb that is so steep
half of all folk
will fall, and sleep
forever more
and especially if
they're half naked
at 5o below
too frozen to even sneeze
now you're landing on your knees
so put your hands together
and with the palms of
stormy weather
grab a spear
and make a sweater