In the Spear Time
By Ryan Pomplun

Ancient steppes so free and open,
Valleys flowing with wildflowers,
Glorious grassy hills,
Horse, deer, aurochs, bison,
But a mammoth would be great!

Tents and smoke under a virgin sky,
Wood and stone so skillfully shaped,
Ultimate simplicity,
Lethal efficacy,
Now these were craftsmen!

Follow in a crouch,
Belly crawling,
Rise and hurl—success!

Later . . . fat drips,
Children laugh,
Sweethearts sit just out of firelight.
Friends exaggerate the day’s events.
Sleep comes easy,
All are happy,
All are full.