We call it a Glacier
But on that day in 2015
It was an inferno
Wild winds howling like hungry wolves
Surrounding their prey from all sides
Instead of teeth they had fire
Biting into their victims
With a cloak of flames
No where to go they sizzled
Their bark no match for this regenerative predator
Afterwards, their feet lid bare
In an embarrassing naked display,
Half charcoal, half bone
The spongy ground sprung to life
Like a thousand green hands reaching up from the underworld
Grasping onto the light to pull themselves up
Rapidly clouding the ground with chlorophyll
Most of them had some decency back
By the time we arrived
Naked ankles wrapped in foliage
Used up match sticks jutting 150' into the air
Barely connected to the ground
Like cylindrical rockets awaiting takeoff
Dotted around their shins by conical white flower satellites
We made dazzled windshield wipers of our eyes
Soaking up this place of transition
A birthday cake of death
Cycling through its millionth round
We try to take it in
As if this is our first.
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