
twenty-seven
Two hundred and seventy thousand years before zero
before you butcher the last dinosaur
using your blood, you eternalize him
on the cave wall
you chose
before you start to immortalize with chalk
animals die from your spear
for tens of thousands of years, you think of it
before you paint the first corals with ochre
you hole them to make the first ornaments
some others out of the cave you didn’t know
cut copper coins
they buy, sell
and you with your ornaments
you measure the esthetics of others
for the first time.
Success and failure start to be discerned.