Iceman

Frozen for so many years
when they find me,
and defrost me,
with my arrows and crude
knife, my tattered leather
sandals. I'm startled to see
what's changed, the lack
of Mastadons, and other
things that bite. The world
is odd, the clothing different,
things are in the air, there
is so much noise, anxiety
and fear. Please put me back
into the ice, but first I need
a sandwich, a cold beer, maybe
a woman, it's not completely
necessary, but it would be nice.