Wednesday, November 16, 2005

" THE FIRST ARTIST AND SHAMAN "

Killing tools honed,
nomads
follow the herds,
never settling,
in homage to the instincts
of their prey.

Full bellies belie
a need,
a demand within,
to become.

Women`s berries
and intuition,
feed an idea
which allows the toiled soil
to sustain us.

Fire conquered
the cave warm.
A measure of safety.

Finally, time to ponder
learning to speak,
communicate.

Within, the self
sees its end,
recoils, confused.
God`s gift at Eden
a two-edged sword.

A new emotion,
not of want,
but sadness and fear,
exudes itself
to fill the cave.

Finally, inexorably
mortality is faced and conquered
as the first artist
draws of triumphs.
Deer and bison fall,
despair is vanquished,
bowing to sublimation.

V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.