by Curt Stone

Created on: January 01, 2011

Avalanche

A slither hither
A slither thither
Little respect did I choose to give her

Such slopes did my salopettes befit
Spirit lifted by my off-piste flit
The way gravity pulled on down on me
An intestinal wake I raked by ski

A rumble there
A tumble here
Entombed in her vengeful lair

The Mountain, she served her writ
Spirit drifted from my frozen wit
The way gravity pulled down on me
A tomb no one shall ever see

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