Up on big mountain
there are no stairwells.
No not even a hint
of an escalator.
Retaliator.
When you fall it doesn’t hurt
like you expect it to.
The push hurts.
Your palms sting.
Stop crying.
This place judges you.
Gavel strikes the rock
like those boots
compact sediment.
Wait a minute.
Sixty seconds.
Tedious.
A necessity.
There’s only one way down.
Jump.