Avalanche

I stepped into an avalanche,

It covered up my soul;

When I am not this hunchback that you see,

I sleep beneath the golden hill.

You who wish to conquer pain,

You must learn to serve me well.

 

You strike my side by accident

As you go down for your gold.

The cripple here that you clothe and feed

Is neither starved nor cold;

He does not ask for your company,

Not at the centre of the world.

 

When I am on this pedestal,

You did not raise me there.

Your laws do not compel me

To kneel grotesque a...