my legs are screaming
"Stop! Stop!"
but there's the top
(unless I'm dreaming
this grave contention)
the stone grows larger, never smaller
and the hill – steeper, taller
in this eternal bleak detention
my sins have left me ever
subject to my bolder reaper
but Dante travels deeper
an infernal brave endeavour
yet there is that point of hope
with the stone on apex balanced
that untoiling heart's beat my recompense
before my soul tumbles back down that slope

TMK 5oct2007