The Last Woolly Mammoth

When the last breath
of the last Woolly Mammoth
rose into a leaden sky,
did the universe notice?
Was there a pause or ripple
across the reaches of space?
When a species is gone,
I think it leaves an imprint,
a ghost of itself
on the fabric of time,
keeping the record honest
and the world from flying apart.

Published by

Jean Ryan

Jean Ryan, a native Vermonter, lives in Lillian, Alabama. Her stories and essays have appeared in a variety of journals and anthologies. She has also published a novel, LOST SISTER. Her short story collections, SURVIVAL SKILLS and LOVERS AND LONERS, are available online. STRANGE COMPANY, a collection of short nature essays, is available in paperback as well as digital and audio editions.

10 thoughts on “The Last Woolly Mammoth

  1. I love this. Beautifully written. I believe there is always something left. A memory. An instinct. A carving. A bit of dust. And all that energy to keep things going.

  2. Thank you for letting me know. I love it and I commented.

    Honestly? Is there anything you can’t do?

    Good night sweet and talented one 😘

  3. I read this profound piece yesterday and kept returning to it. I read it aloud last night looking up into the frosty sky of dusk in upstate PA far from NYC. I can now recite it from memory. Beautiful, Jean. You rock! Happy Yuletide to You & Cindy. XOXO

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