Dylan Thomas, Gyps.

Do not whip scared at that Indian Creek,
Old cams should catch and grip at climber's flight;
Gyps, gyps against the returning work week.

Though wise men at rope's end let loose high shriek,
Because their placements will not blow, incite:
Do not be afraid to whip at the Creek.

Strong men, even them, have failures physique
Forearms pumped though plastic pulling acolyte,
Gyps, gyps against the returning work week.

Wild men who climb and play even midweek
And airborne, no pro, on sandstone alight,
Do not whip scared at that Indian Creek.

Tired men, cars packed, can smell cubicle's reek
Minds' eyes see always bright desert's harsh heights
Gyps, gyps against the returning work week.

And you, my gyps, beside me on spire's peak
Behold, awed, the bounty of your onsight.

Do not be afraid to whip at the Creek.
Gyps, gyps against the returning work week.


Nate Smith on King Cat Though wise men at rope's end let loose high shriek,

Shane Miller on Goodbye Cruel World Strong men, even them, have failures physique

Ryan Miller on Flight Time compliments of Sagar Gondalia

Ryan Miller on Flight Time compliments of Sagar Gondalia

Behold, awed, the bounty of your onsight.

Minds' eyes see always bright desert's harsh heights

Gyps, gyps, against the dying of the light

"Gyps"? What it is?

Who is to say? I have, however, made preliminary investigations you may wish to peruse.