Beneath The Frozen Shroud

Michael McInerney

A wasteland is waiting.

In an otherworldly silence,

The graveyard weeps

Its crystalline winter tears.

Life is but a memory here:

Like a newborn thrust

Into an empty, ageless sleep

That time has long ago forgotten.

Lifetimes and civilizations end

But Mother Earth’s still churning.

Her lips kiss the timeless tundra.

If a star were to fall to Earth,

Would anybody find it

Beneath the frozen shroud?