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Beneath the Ice

Beneath the ice, cold waters flow.
As dark and deep the world below,
life that moves with beauty and grace.
So much we do not know

Existence fragile, by all means,
delicate flying paths between.
This distant world of land and sky,
deep floors we have not seen.

We disrupt the planet’s balance
as we live in extravagance.
Befouling the earth’s soil and air
with our insipid dalliance.

Icepacks, we once thought permafrost,
melting now, vast habitats lost.
We shake our heads, “it’s such a shame,”
we know not yet the cost.

M. Zane McClellan

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*previously published on The Poetry Channel bloc, and in the Poetry book “My Angel, My Muse.”

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