Mammoth Bones

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By thndrhwk

There is something about bones... Lacy white skeletons From before even dinosaurs, Giants that dwarf even me. But more than that, There’s the Cenzoic Room. Odder by far, Are the bones you recognize; Skeletal men armed with spears Ambushing a Mammoth; A battle as ancient as history itself, A ritual, the toss of the die Between tusks and spears, Between life and this The perpetual death. There is something about bones...

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September 17, 2005 22:21waterlily

i adore the depth of this poem.it is simply marvelous i must say! lol.I will have to check out what the Cenzoic Room means.you write eloquently about the ritual of the chase and the hunt and the ambushing of death by warriors.

October 5, 2005 01:24ill haven

I believe he's talking about a room in a museum. Cenzoic is an age of alleged ancient time.

Interesting...