Kilimanjaro
KILIMANJARO
Almost lost. Scanty ice below equator,
Trackless wilderness of ice and fire.
Africa’s king. I’ve climbed none higher.
Kilimanjaro with majestic crater
Like the long-gone dodos, - somnolent
Before this white man
Saw such ground of black obsidian -
Kilimanjaro - not extinct, but dormant .
Gift valley to Kaiser from Queen
Rift valley - my world is coming apart.
Where do I go , where to start?
The Snows of Kilimanjaro are barely seen.
Hemingway knew the score
How high do we aim?
With our excuses so lame?
And what do we settle for?
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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