The charcoal lines begin to dance:
Horned things, monstrous footprints,
Ochre and scarlet
Stained fingers claw at cavern walls,
Flicker in and out of existence.
The echo of the Magdalenian man
Is in my bones
The Pleistocene was only yesterday;
Tomorrow, the mammoth extinction.
The limestone cave glistens with sweat
Like summer skin
Or polished antler points.
The ominous hominin on the wall
Winks under electric torches:
Each flickering trick of the light—
An eyelid’s flutter—
All of human history.
I wink back and ten thousand years go by.
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