steep throat

after years of having
too much hard living
shoved down her throat

it had become so steep
any word weaker than a sherpa
couldn’t get out of her

and they all carried
heavy loads
and left a lot of debris

when they reached the summit
and stopped to plant
a triumphant red flag

so it was no surprise
that a lot of people
started taking roads

around her
through
flatter lands

and left her there
in the rarefied air
she couldn’t help breathing

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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