The icefield stretches beyond
viewing. Buried within, bodies
of insects and animals. Forgotten
wars. It melts, freezes, melts.
At the edge, a picnic celebrates
the end of civilization. An animal
turns on the spit. Another awaits
the slaughter. Humans dance,
praying to their multiple gods.
Bells and tambourines ring.
Balloons and dragon kites
decorate the sky. Soon, all
will drown, sink down in salty
water, freeze, melt, freeze.
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