
Twenty-Eight
Two hundred and eighty thousand years before zero
in the cave of Denisova
rip the hunting skin
sew furs
you lose your body hair.
Human, the beginning of shyness
invention of shamelessness
as a game of attraction
your wooden spear
pierces the first human rib
you see the flowing blood
you fantasize
you see huge spears piercing the earth
and an unknown fluid spring out
to use and wash your clan.