Conquered

by kaminskiwriting

They climbed for a day,
maybe less.
The wind in their hair.
The men laughing.
One boy brought a flag
from his hometown.
They took pictures
and waved
at cameras.
Smiling with giant teeth.

The boy with the flag
searched for a place to hang it;
for a place to write his name.
He could hear cheers
from the other side
from his friends.

We did it.
He could hear them.

He turned back
to shout
and lost his footing.
The flag
flew.
His skull
scattered his name
across the mountain.

_ Kevin Kaminski 2012

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