Beth Zaiken, New York State Museum
When glaciers trapped a third of Earth’s water and drained the Bering
Strait, humans
journeyed to this land where wind swept the steppes of snow, exposing
journeyed to this land where wind swept the steppes of snow, exposing
grass
that would be plucked by mammoth trunks and ground by washboard
that would be plucked by mammoth trunks and ground by washboard
teeth.
Up to thirteen feet, their tusks curved helically and would intertwine
Up to thirteen feet, their tusks curved helically and would intertwine
if they went on
a little longer. The beasts’ dense hair—brown, blonde, or ginger—
a little longer. The beasts’ dense hair—brown, blonde, or ginger—
swung like a skirt
about their flanks. I want to rest my head against that shaggy coat, to
about their flanks. I want to rest my head against that shaggy coat, to
crane
my ears, to be protected from the giant short-faced bear. I want to be
their baby, wrap my trunk around my mother’s, watch the wild horses of
my ears, to be protected from the giant short-faced bear. I want to be
their baby, wrap my trunk around my mother’s, watch the wild horses of
Beringia
canter across the steppes in tawny, fine-boned movements. The thick
canter across the steppes in tawny, fine-boned movements. The thick
fat
under my hair keeps me warm when the sun goes low, and I grow into
an eight-ton bull, pierce the ice with my tusks and drink from glacial
under my hair keeps me warm when the sun goes low, and I grow into
an eight-ton bull, pierce the ice with my tusks and drink from glacial
pools.
The wind is bitter, but my strongest features have grown bigger than
The wind is bitter, but my strongest features have grown bigger than
my father’s.
When summer comes I must find a mate, and it only takes a few tusk
When summer comes I must find a mate, and it only takes a few tusk
locks to show
my strength. After our calf is born, I see upright creatures eyeing him
my strength. After our calf is born, I see upright creatures eyeing him
from the mesa.
I will fling them against the icy mountains. They wear our hair as if it
I will fling them against the icy mountains. They wear our hair as if it
were
their skin. Still, I will live through many winters, through each warm
their skin. Still, I will live through many winters, through each warm
season’s
hardheaded matches. I know the range that slopes like the hump on
hardheaded matches. I know the range that slopes like the hump on
my back, sunsets
redder than the long-toothed cat’s gorging mouth, how musk oxen
redder than the long-toothed cat’s gorging mouth, how musk oxen
form a wall of horns
and still fall prey to the blade thrown. I know how many herds have
and still fall prey to the blade thrown. I know how many herds have
fled, and the curves
of carcasses stripped to bone by men, wind, and time. I do not know
of carcasses stripped to bone by men, wind, and time. I do not know
that I am gone.
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