And now, old age. ---But someday
before I die
I'm going to take up
flintknapping,
that earliest art of bashing and chopping
away the face of a brittle stone
with hard stone.
And then, with an antler tip,
pressure-flaking the fright-sharp
edge, the sacred shape
of a knife blade,
a spearhead.
I'll corner the huge enraged creature,
and kill and butcher,
and eat its heart, and live
its raging afterlife.
(Under A Warm Green Linden, Issue 18, 2024)