Mammoth Bones, by thndrhwk Subscribe to rss feed for 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...
Posted: 2005-09-17 00:12:48 UTC
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2005-09-17 22:21:10waterlily
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.

2005-10-05 01:24:20ill haven
I believe he's talking about a room in a museum. Cenzoic is an age of alleged ancient time. Interesting...