King a top the mountain
gate shined bright, blinding
the subjects below. Tears
filled the lake rushing through
the mountain.
The only show of life.
Aluminum and cigarette buds
made most of the layers.
None would venture near,
except the waves of life
dribbling around the edges.
Fish swimming upcurrent
pass the weary travelers
looking for a mountain
to lay a flag.
Saint's Muse 