the ice age

there were blind years
stretched like graveyards
under snowdrifts
they passed sleeping
and frozen
while the world
whirled and whistled
restless and unsettled.

piss on that time
write my name in bright
vitamin c yellow
i'm claiming that ice age
as mine, signing.

maybe with enough urine
and my steam dragon breath
i'll see the epitaphs
of who i used to be
dig beneath the stony permafrost
and find archaeological
evidence
australopithecus (sp?)
or some other nameless cave dweller
who actually existed
lonely hunter of
mastodons
before the globe
warmed
like a falling tear.