Remains Of Wooly Mastodons

Remains Of Woolly Mastodons

Remains of Woolly Mastodons

Discovered in the Arctic ice

Were dug up by somebody once,

Intact with fully frozen eyes.

Defrosted from their frozen bed

The hairy flesh and beefy meat,

Marbled with fat that rich and red

Was good enough for dogs to eat.

Since it was buried underground

And iced in ages long since past

That frozen Mastodon was found

To be bound in a time-warp fast.

A frigid land where no tree grows

But lichen or else mosses now,

Before a Woolly Mammoth froze

It throve, so it’s a wonder how?

Now—where no vegetation stayed

Yet in between its teeth was seen

Bright buttercups, yet un-decayed,

Revealed the tundra was a green;

While in this region, now devoid

Of vegetation, where it grazed,

What was it overnight, destroyed

It that the permafrost encased?

So, left for ages, men would find

Along the Arctic Ocean’s shore

Remains so strangely left behind

We wonder over it once more:

How in a Woolly Mammoth range

Green pastures of the Mastodon

Were ruined by a vast sea-change

Impassive Earth has undergone?