Mallory's Heights
Memories, I’ve been told, are born on mountaintops
Sounds of human voice buried under stones
Every deadly fall echoes in your pores
Dislocated buoys falling from above
A sudden cold wind blows, slips in through my gloves
It’s a warning call for lines we should not cross
Hung from jagged forms of unscalable rocks
The mountaineer got cold
He froze in the storm
[Spoken word: Dave Hahn]
His body appears to be mummified
There is rope around his waist
Still some socks
You can see a boot
Second boot appears to be on his foot
Enveloped in clouds, like Mallory you’re lost
But have you been above?
Did you reach the top?
Sounds of human voice buried under stones
Every deadly fall echoes in your pores
Dislocated buoys falling from above
A sudden cold wind blows, slips in through my gloves
It’s a warning call for lines we should not cross
Hung from jagged forms of unscalable rocks
The mountaineer got cold
He froze in the storm
[Spoken word: Dave Hahn]
His body appears to be mummified
There is rope around his waist
Still some socks
You can see a boot
Second boot appears to be on his foot
Enveloped in clouds, like Mallory you’re lost
But have you been above?
Did you reach the top?