The Climbers ascended
Mountains of words
Struggling for control
Of the tiger wind
Like woodland creatures
Fleeing fire
Chasing rabbits
Through field and bush
Clamoring over one another
Seeking the surety
Of an imagined secure footing
Or transient idyllic conquest
The headless leader watched
And would have nodded in approval
Had he a mind to do so
His Faceless gaze and smile
Focused forward
Content to march
Behind the horses
A lemming of enlightened bliss.
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