Ode To the Ice Man

They found you lying on a mountainside, Encased in ice, your preservation good, They wondered how you’d lived and how you died, And were you buried on the place you’d stood? You were a marvel, showing us so much About your way of life, the foods you ate, They found an arrow in your frozen clutch And even learnt the way you’d met your fate. They had to know how old you were in truth And carbon dated slivers from your tooth.