The Wirewalkers

Here one by one on delicate horizons

Contriving every pace

They waste no grief on the black rock beneath;

Who must be plunged one moment to their death

Make every step momentous, every breath

Even and deep, and walk upright, and taste

Rather the clear mountain air, and feel

The wire's sharp assurance toe and heel,

Drawn singular in flesh and skill and pride

Advance upon the hour level-eyed.