About the Poem
Jax was my brother and he died two months ago while climbing. He loved life and always knew he could fall at any time. He always said "better to die doing something you love rather than something you hate" I wrote this to try and give his friends some comfort.
For Jax |
| by Andrew Carrie |
| I look up at the prodigious escarpment before me The twisted pagan face I need to tame. To sit like a god at its zenith To beat the rock diabolic And as I stand with body fearfully shaking Thoughts of calamitous death awaken every instinct And my vice-like hand takes a hold Doggedly I pull my aching body higher Adrenaline invades every part of my being Giving me strength to carry on On this long lonely climb I am divinity My Devil the fall waits with open arms Then fate deals me the dead mans hand And I make my fast descent And I think only of my friends and family No death scream departs my lips I have lived the way I wanted to live And died the way nature has decreed But do not make me the excuse for tears shed Remember I was with you all who shared my life And all who passed through it now have a piece Carry it always, for I shall carry you with me. |
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