Ought For 1/22/04
clawing ancient molten earth
up the steeped staircase
of the sharply civilized
to pass flowing radiance
Hardened,
inhaling rarified atmosphere
down the spine of the beast
stacked with shanks
shaken to thwart territorialists
We clamber
up the crumbling mountain
up the twisted steps
quiver at the ledge
and throw in the ring
to the dimming dismay
of reptilian eye.
-Matthew Harri
