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ken greenley | tough on the heights

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Tough on the Heights

They thought they were tough on the heights
and they patted themselves on the back
all the way up the mountain
Lovers of themselves
on steep cross-cuts
discarded mirrors
seen alongside the trail


They thought they were tough on the heights
And they stood spread-eagled on rocky crags
Looking down on the world
Smug looks on all the faces.


Didn’t notice those black wings
Circling behind them
Or those gathering grey cumulo-nimbus
Or the darkening sky
Nor the shadows that fell over them
They didn’t notice a lot of things
until it was too late
They thought they were tough on the heights.


Then
Thunder             Lightning
Rain            Fog              Cold
Crosscut trails turned to mud
Rock footholds
Now slick rock ramps
Leading only one way


They thought they were tough on the heights
Didn’t notice those black wings
Circling behind them
Talons in the belly
the probable outcome all along


And they slipped and they slid
and they clawed and they clung
but they tumbled down bouncing
like sacks of potatoes


They thought they were tough on the heights.

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