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WOOLLY MAMMOTH SAGED
[ For Contest : Ghost of Frankenstein
Sponsor : Tom Woody
submitted: 9/5/25 ]
Many starry nights I lay
in my wooden cabin next to your
sanctuary waiting for whisperings
from your past, wisdom words
I wrote odes about a nurturing
grey wrinkled body smelling of hay
overripe fruit
transferring images about your life
into quilts in dead of blue nights
your babes stumbled, not knowing
where Mum’s attention had drifted
your Consciousness on my bed
sinking lovable weight instead
I hugged your trunk as
you narrated crossing Alps,
Hannibal’s right-hand Chief of Staff,
when snowstorms hit his army fast
massaging velvet ears as you described
Kuruksetra battlefield marches adorned
with golden headgear, leading Arjuna’s
onslaught for Justice, hailed by
Krishna’s conch shell
what you omitted to storytell was
an incarnation as Woolly Mammoth
too traumatic how human companionship
turned to onslaught, chasing ornamental tusks
I sensed inner turmoil about your hair
ripped for hearth rugs, cruel betrayal
frolicking in snow, dancing with
snowflakes sunk
two-leggeds lost connection with Heart
dystopia ascending with Kali Era
her hydra head chaotic rearing
God knew it was time to change
weather, geology, fauna, flora
evil that humans unleashed marbled
Patterns of Dark or Age of Quarrel
like clockwork
a descent was on cards again
in Age of Enlightenment
your intuition of unfinished business
with those created in His image
Darkness had not fulfilled its revolution
a curious Divine prerogative to be
fine combed on laboratory tables
gloriously they succeeded
with Most High’s permission
He smiled in knowingness
an ace up His sleeve
my nocturnal elephant-soul to
tread fields of unfamiliar weather
two layered coat insane, no icy wind
to contain, curly whorly tusks
an unnecessary must
no need for superfluous
distinctive musk bust
an unusual patch of mean sheen
at base of Mammoth’s spine
magnetised my observation
aghast drew back I from sight
there caroused a cohort
of prehistoric viral vamps
scientists had not seen to wean
natural queenly quarks of Grace’s
wrath, this His maverick ace
what He had not fully ordained in
unfolding of human brain
He was Supreme, they had to
know, in all curiosity dreams
a way to accede no overstepping
creative powers with idle scientific
showers in think-tank bowers
Matriarch stepped out of
my cedar cabin
prehistoric hairy version in tow
one disappearing back to babes
another backstepped into
Ice Age timeline saged
Woolly momentarily returned
to forgive human race
Copyright ©
Ghairo Daniels
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