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.
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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