Henry Tracey Coxwell March 2, 1819 - January 5, 1900 |
Balloons and Mountains
by Erik La Prade
Mother,
the view from your hospital
Window
is dangerous —
high and steep
—
With
no visible places to grab:
Neither
to ascend nor descend.
Your
fingers and toes are red-blue
Like
the final stages of frostbite that
Climbers
on Mt. Everest suffer from.
With
the invention of the hot air
balloon,
It
became possible to ascend to great heights,
Rapidly,
without physical exertion.
You
have chemicals and machines to help
You
survive under your white sheet
tent:
Seven
bags, suspended by wire rods,
Continuously
emptying their contents
Into
your body.
The
meteorologists Coxwell and Glaisher
Ascended
29,000 feet in a balloon to
Obtain
samples of the air for analysis.
Both
were overcome. Coxwell, after
Temporarily
losing the use of his limbs,
Was
able to use his teeth to pull the cord
That
released some hydrogen from the balloon
And
brought them down safely.
The
nurse checks your numbers
As
the air is pumped into your lungs at
An
even rate. She tells me these
Are
the best blood gas results, so far.
This poetry selection is from La Prade's Movie Logic (Poets Wear Prada, 2013).
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