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The First Artist
joshcoops

As embers collect
 1
inside a wheel of stones
 2
his head warms like a furnace,
 3
and the mind incubates inside
 4
as it presses feels for an opening.
 5
 
 
Shadows flicker and shake
 6
across the fissured cave walls,
 7
and he dips a juniper stick
 8
into wet clay, its end
 9
turning red like a lit candle.
 10
 
 
He crawls deeper inside,
 11
beyond the shadows,
 12
the dark, and the cold,
 13
beyond the dampness
 14
of the earth, and the thick
 15
smell of the olden.
 16
 
 
He crawls to where
 17
he cannot see himself,
 18
or hear his own breath,
 19
to where he is curled up
 20
in a crevice, his knees
 21
tight against his chest
 22
 
 
his hand still clenched around
 23
the juniper branch, and he presses
 24
and scrapes it in a long bow curve
 25
against the wall, as he trembles but continues
 26
the big bowl belly of a bison
 27
and the birth of all that has followed.
 28

1 Aug 07


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Comments:

the first poett
saaw his dik,
and said "a stik",
and "ha, ha, ha,
ha" waas the
first applause.
 — joey

that was adorable, thanks
 — joshcoops

I have no critique on this.

This is one of your best, that I have read.

-polly
 — unknown

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