neandertal lament
david pishery
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the heavy sheets
of ice and snow
have closed the pass
goats no longer bound
among the rocks
looking for edibles
I throw the last
of my spears
into the fire
my woman doesn't move
or speak anymore
when I call her name
a stillborn infant
covered in ochre
sleeps in the ground
soon the white face
will rise again
over the hill
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