White Heat Poem by Trevor Maynard

White Heat



The mountain is there to be climbed
The weather its own
Maybe violent maybe calm
Funny like Cagney
“Ma, Top of the World! ”
We are its guests
The soon to be honoured dead should it decide
To object to our trespass
To growl and bite back
Conquerors in oxygen masks and with frost-bitten toes;
Are mere Yankee doodles in gangster shoes and clothes
Funny like Cagney
Heroes die as easily as unclean rats
Svengalis, deities, autocrats
The mountain does not forgive
It just is
White heat

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by the classic 1949 film noir with James Cagney ironically making it to the top of the world; Cagney was a song and dance man, winning an Oscar for Yankee Doodle Dandy in 1942. This is a tale of Man versus Nature, which for some reason, Man seems to feel he needs to beat. First appeared in the linkedin group 'Poetry Review and Discuss' and later on artvilla.com, this poem is one of those in my collection KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON (2012) .
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Trevor Maynard

Trevor Maynard

Rochford, Essex
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