By Pavel Chichikov
A buried giant rediscovered
Died of time and glaciation
Weathered features in his face
Igneous his coloration
Once I saw him marching forward
Eagle piping on his shoulders,
Mist and rain his epaulettes
Jacket buttons made of boulders
The change he jingled in his pockets:
Rubble of an old moraine,
Pursed his cliffs and whistled wind,
The chorus of an old refrain:
'I'm Eternal son of Giant
Stars admire how I look,
Himalayas are my porridge
Plates colliding are my cooks'
Now I see his disinterment,
Carried in the the daily news:
'Mountain murdered by an ocean
Discovered wearing muddy shoes'
(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)
