(This one may have been typed up. The title seems familiar)
Foxes and wild boars abound
Foxes and wild boars abound
in red pigment
An imprint of the hand
The hunt, an arrow
An imprint of the hand
The hunt, an arrow
wounded the bison.
His hour was promised.
Who sought me
Who sought me
under the high sun
in the dust of limestone caverns?
Ancient fire scars
bones of hunted beasts,
thigh bones to gamble by,
while the stars rush outward
to darkness like mosses
on the flood tide.
Neither by day, nor by night.
Cow dung and red Earth,
granite (then your brain).
I am stone, I am stone,
the chief and the priest in one.
I have not trembled.
And I'll stare down
from the brightness of stars.
Who carries this jewel on one hand
before the vividness of stones?
7/10/1979
very, very minor tweaks 11/2/2015
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