At present there’s a mall and a strip show. <br />Ronald McDonald waves to passing cars. <br />And yet a hundred million years ago <br />a forest stood beneath the same bright stars. <br />The Great Bear was still nameless in the sky. <br />There were no men to gaze up at the moon, <br />to hide in terror, holding back a cry. <br />In deep December it was sultry June. <br />The fly lay soused in sticky sap since dawn. <br />Yet thousands of millennia had fled <br />till it was picked up from the forest lawn. <br />A hapless hunter bartered it for bread. <br />Now a barfly pawns it for cold beer <br />and an æon seems but a single year.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fly-in-amber/
