Artist
When I was a
cavewoman
and the
brutes were eating
and
fighting
and
fornicating
and
the babes were wailing.
I
took my swatches of fur,
my
hollow bones of many sizes,
I
mixed the blood of today’s kill
with
the earth’s ochre dust.
I
found a quiet place
deep
inside the cave-
lit
by my own small flame.
And,
I drew and drew
My
deer
and
my bison
and
my hunters
with
spears forever flying
on
the cold, still stone.
Miriam
Botwinik
