The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
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Friday, 20 April 2012
Creatures from the ice
The things they ask of me would make you weep.
In melting ice from ancient sleep,
the first one found by humankind,
named after shale where I'd reclined -
so was I kin to cat or rat?
What did I like for habitat?
Was I clothed in fur or hide?
Half blind, was I? or eagle-eyed?
They found me in the permafrost
and danced for joy to think the lost
retrieved complete with all its bits.
They've reconstructed... guessed at wits
I might have had at my disposal -
I, who was apocryphal.
And then I'm reading in the news -
it makes me want to hit the booze -
of other creatures tombed in ice
as thoroughly as ever I. Not nice
to think exploding them
is all they have for stratagem.
But see, it's not Siberia,
and they aren't some exotica.
They're cows, n'est-ce pas?
It's quite bizarre
and not clear cut...
they froze inside a ranger's hut...
to think the care restoring me
is not for them - another post code lottery!
I was halfway through writing a poem about a creature found in the melting permafrost when I read in the paper of some cows who had wandered into a ranger's hut in the Rockies and got trapped there. They froze solid, and the authorities were perplexed to know what to do about them. The latest suggestion (then) was that they might use high explosives to disintegrate them.