Lauren Lawrence

The Climbers of Mount Everest

The climbers take their craggy steps
and let the mountain pull them

There are motors in play, but there are no wheels
To turn things around on this narrow ledge


Come morning, the breath of the mountain
is scaled

I hear the climbing dreams,
The iron war tools jabbing


The mountain begins at the summit
Where the elevation breaks off
and evaporates

Like the viscera of the dead
In the thin air of the sun