Friday, 25 April 2014

Priceless Paths

We’re tired of climbing
our mountain for you,
hauling up your lack of

preparation and propping
up your well-healed egos two
to one. You pay us well for

our quiet feet but not for
our silenced dead. So this
season we just might cancel

your party of ungrateful guests.
And money will be lost in a
snow covered bubble which

may be unfair but a kind of
price to pay and hardly as much
as the bodies we have had to weigh.

© Rachel Mulholland 2014

Rachel Mulholland, 27, is from Dundalk, Ireland. She teaches English in Galicia, Spain and is currently working on a novel and her first collection of poems.