Traces of the past have been marked
On the rocks freed from the icy touch.
Lying on the ground, restless, aware
Her age old body is shrinking,
Breaking apart, melting away.
If we pay attention, and hold out
A listening ear, as we walk down…
We can hear her rhythmic complaint
Dripping down in agony.
She lies powerless against the heat.
She has lost grasp, and hope, long ago.
Her waters are flowing, departing,
Flooding away against her will.
Every second of every day,
The frozen sea screams for help
And her cries echo in the valley.
Her dying corpse is lying there,
Conscious, it is drawing
Its last breaths…
We are all walking by in wonder,
Passive witnesses –
Ignoring our duty to rescue,
Our eyes beholding her dying beauty
Only half realizing her past splendor,
Gaping in awe in her presence –
Wholly oblivious of her melting state of sorrow.
Picture: La Mer de Glace, Chamonix, France, 22nd June, 2016.