Poem: Muddy Field

 

Muddy Field

 

it’s been long since mammoths

sank to gouge these slurpy folds,

or the mud wolfed down a pterodactyl.

 

it harbors hints of those creatures

stashed among many memorabilia,

a zoo Noah’s Ark never attained.

 

someday the mud will eat us humans too

and our flagrant vehicles,

all those pockmarks from rubber soles,

and crosscuts of truck tread,

 

gone,

the whole kit and caboodle of cruelty and terror,

down into the mucky, incoherent maze.

and then

 

stoic yet prophetic, the mud, 

that palimpsest undramatic,

will smile without smiling

under damselflies over rust.

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