Gangkhar Puensum

A Poem by BowzaaTownsend

This is a poem about the largest, un-climed mountain in the world.

The beast never rests
Alive, but never moving
Gentle to look at
Appealing and soothing

It watches and waits
Outside the celestial empire
Protecting the gates
It's ice stings like fire

For the few hundred foes
Nothing ends well
The cold rocky beast
Buries them in hell

Taking lives and limbs
Of those as young as thirteen
Yet a sense of purity
White, cold, and clean

At the end of the day
It's head near the sun
It’s not evil or satanic
Yet a mountain of fun