Imagined transparent
against eons of ice awakened
without a by-your-leave
awakened without a choice
bold conqueror
of the frozen old a foreigner
in this subtler new New World
Mammoth whispered
a trace of sadness
tuned his ancient voice
Sundry seasons entranced
ere darkness rose
Sundry sunsets danced
across virgin skies
where only flying creatures
had yet flown
No pitiless fears will come again
to tired spirits below
But pitiless mornings will rise
above considering all you know
Eyes closed he melted
into the blue crevasse
what would come
to pass still echoed
on frozen air
a trace of sadness
tuned his ancient voice
we have a choice for now
we have a choice
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Simon Migaj/Pexels
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