May/June 2020 • Vol. XLII No. 3 Nature’s Nature 2020May 1, 2020 |

Lines about Mountains

I just learned that mountains kill More people climbing down them Than making their brave ascent; Or that some have the oldest Rocks on the earth. Small wonder They crumble into avalanche, Having weathered eons to fall. Mountains must get tired With so many people climbing Them and bored with the endless Boot prints of alpinists in bright garb, The flagpoles jammed into crags. Piton and foothold, the kick Of the crampon. Metal ladders Across crevasses. More climbers Die each summer on Mont Blanc Than all the Himalayas, its peak Not as perilous to summit As Everest or K2, but more Frequented. I conclude that The nearest mountain is more Dangerous than the distant one, Just as we are more likely to die At the hands of someone we loved.

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