J. Tillman
Madness on the Mountain
The day I ventured a walkOf the flooded trailI gave no thought coming downI was seven miles up the mountain by the time the sun went downOh black branchesToo high to be wieldedThough the ground is movingMoving under my feetI lay down and speakDeep deep to the heart of the woodWhere life has but one thoughtCome alive you vainly doomedBreak the arms you're clinging toThe serpent didn't need themBut he's less terrified of truthDrink the tea your lady madeConjured sisters to elateI see them bathing in the riverAs vipers menacingly wade
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