Rock Artists

 

Two-dimensional beasts dance along the rock-face:

the beasts that graze,

the beasts that fly,

the beasts that hunt,

the beasts they showed their children to be fearful of.

 

Primordial pigments faded over millennia.

 

We learn of a life focused on survival,

when entertainment was listening around a fire.

No writing to record their thoughts—

only these images show us a glimpse of their minds.

 

People shrinking further into the past as we speed forward,

fading like their painted animals,

graying in our imaginations,

gradually forgotten.

Reviews

[Carla (trying to make e..]

well, your anthropology side is showing.
I liked this poem.I liked how it doesn't come right out and say what it is about...
you have to read between the lines.
glad your writing again..

Carla