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