Consider The Mighty Wooly Mammoth.
Mighty Wooly Mammoth.
Pause to consider
the mighty Wooly Mammoth
it was magnificent
this creature as it ruled
the frozen tundras
trumpeting its joys..and triumphs
keening out its sorrows
its memory much longer then
its oh, so short existence.
It vanished with a roar
erased forever from Earth's surface
once massive herds reduced to
frozen humps beneath the ice.
Ivory tusks curve up to point the way
to mammoth's shaggy graves
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Pause to consider now...Myself
a somewhat skinny..shaggy poet
a miniscule speck of flesh
compared to them..those Wooly Mammoths
significance is lost
against the scope of centuries past
I only rule some sheets of white
that lay before me
magnanimous the tracks
my pens make
as I trumpet vocally my joy...my triumphs
in lyric blasts
as well as sometimes keening
all the sorrows that beset me
in my tiny patch of life
my memory though is much shorter
then the Mammoth's
now...then.........where was I???
soon I'll vanish with a whimper
lost forever from Earth's species
once young too, I felt immortal
turns out I was just Immoral
but soon my massive dreams will be reduced
to just a pile of yellowed bones
in silk lined coffin...six feet under
locked beneath the frozen turf
a marble slab curves up to point the way
to one less poets raves
to one more poet's grave +
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