Ice

Ice of foretelling

the sun reflects upon the ice and blinds all to its sight,
the ice can show images of a long ago time, or present day, and in some cases even the future,
whether it be short term, or hundreds of years from now,
i see an industrial wasteland.
the last of the deer in the forest has been killed,
the final tree has been cut down,
all is bare and unlovely, once the earth was seen as a blue green jewel from space,
now it is brown and desolate, for now the time of man wanes,
the end comes as the last human looks up at the stars,
and so dies, no life now, nothing to blame, only the desolation of our own folly comes full circle,
the atmosphere poisoned, the water toxic,
our death is seen in the ice