Ammonite

A relic was rent from the Earth,
Petrified and earnest within,
Once contains life,
But now a coiled tombstone,
A vision of the past in each radial segment,
Oracular sights in each fossilised tinge,
Mounts and continents long eroded,
Behemoths lost to the dirt,

This ammonite,
This serpentstone,
Left stopped in time during a prehistoric dance,
Dull turquoise in a waltz with emerald and violet,
It’s a spiral reminder,
To a time long gone,
A time before the modern plague descended,
Industrial ages stealing the Earths future years.