LITTLE ONE Flashcards
They all know I will come,
And yet still they always seem so surprised
to see me
Oh Christ, no-please- not now
Hello little one, I am here
I can see that, and not to be rude, but now
is not a good time-you can’t-I can’t-
please. Please. He didn’t get tell me
everything-I need more time-
Once I am at a gate I can not be sent away
Please your..your highness?
It does not matter how you ask
For I am here, little one, you know the
stories, now how will you get to
the other side of me?
I …I don’t know. I don’t what to do. Oh
God, you block out the sun
A loud dry grumble of deep dis-approvement
I’m sorry-I’m sorry! I’ll-I’ll go around
you! That’s it! I’ll go around you.
Their stained boots lead them straight back
to their gate
And back in front of me
How… I walked for miles, I went so far…
Do not think you can get to the other side
without facing me
Do not do me that disservice
I told you I couldn’t do this right now!
I’m not ready!
I hear them claw open draw, after draw,
after draw… until they find what they were
looking for
The sound of the slow stroke of metal on metal
LITTLE ONE Lets see how your hard face like this
LITTLE ONE Lets see how your hard face like this
The sound of the axe taking its first bite, and a mountain flinching in return
That is but a taste of what is to come
This ice axe is made from an alloy of the
finest Northern Steel
Sharp isn’t it? It was forged by my
grandfather
“So that it will make any stone yield,”
I remember it when he made it in his prime
Hmm, So you’re “old friends” I’m glad to
be the one reacquaint you
I promise I’ll have you under my foot in no
time
Looks are deceiving, especially mine, and
especially when looking up,
Thus their ascent always starts quite well
Ha! You have clearly been bested before
Easy trusted handholds by three score!
As they are reminded that I am truly old
Older than the hills they crawled over by
sixfold
Fine, you knew it was coming. So if you
don’t mind
LITTLE ONE Fine, you knew it was coming. So if you
don’t mind
The sound of an ice axe biting stone
LITTLE ONE Upwards I go
LITTLE ONE Upwards I go
Time passes: The sound of cold thin wind whipping past. The ice axe still rhythmically biting
Not far now, just one more
Not far now, just one more
Another bite of the axe
There….No. No!
A false summit. I would say I am sorry but
it is my nature
I saw the path forward. I planned it out-I
had you-I beat you!