Attempt at poetry

OK...I feel creative. Im better at visual art than writing, but Im rather proud of this poem. I suppose its mediocre, but oh well...it was fun to write. Its about our mortality, and the impacts we leave upon the world.

Our minds melt
and the berg sinks
cracking the thin ice sheet of infancy

All the is left
is a mamoth hole
standing as an epitaph to memory