Poetry

Iceman

His ancient presence, an echo
between the alpine summits
footprints on glaciers ago
never to see sun again,
as well, are his bones —
weathered, honed,
shrouded in hide
crimson stained
from mammoth
lain by his side;
died in their prime,
both frozen in time.

© Literary Remains

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