the ice age

the world is falling into entropy,
an age of ice: a black & empty hole
appearing in the cosmos as we roll
our planet forward into what's to be.
similar ages wreaked their destiny
on the biotic earth & took their toll;
the chill of ice struck deepest in the soul,
& there erased a living memory:
eden-- moderate climes & gentle showers,
long, happy lives with food enough for all;
the world a garden, decked with gorgeous flowers;
the fruit that, ripened, never seemed to fall
but hung forever in that perfect sky--
but that's all changed; the present cannot lie.

Dennis Fritzinger

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