From “eyes in the canopy”
Lyrics and history:
Lyrics: Matterhorn
Base camp
No man’s land
Pitch a tent
Ditch of a caravan
Boredom creeps
Filling sand bags
Watery skin
Holy dog tags
If a mistake
Brought us here
No communique
No helicopter
On your belay
Don’t drop the line
Lock step
Eyes narrow
The common purpose
Of shared fear
Fan out
The forest floor
Eyes in the canopy
A hush in the clear
Vancouver point
China left shoulder
Sense a shift
In air pressure
A bent twig
A held lung full
Forest ignites
Fire in the muzzle
Lyrics copyright 2013, David Rosenheim