Old Ice
Storis pour forth from forgotten fjords,
Fracturing into a slow, violent death.
A deafening shot, cascading detritus,
Her massive walls pitch and roll.
All things in this world quiver with age:
Even the noble, proud ice sculpture
Finally rotten to its core;
The end of a thousand-mile-sojourn.
Still, we marvel:
Is this majestic race on the verge of extinction?
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