Cold rock presses on shoulder and neck.
Sunshine dwindles until daylight is a distant star.
A great weight of earth weighs me down.
The tour guide strikes a crimson spark.
Firelight flickers, shadows dance, animals appear:
deer, elk, boar, buffalo.
created from fat, charcoal, red ochre, ash …
how long have these huddled herds
grazed their way across these walls?
My spirit sweats as elders anoint
my flesh with bear grease (for strength),
with greyhound hair (for speed),
with wolf blood (for tenacity on the trail).
They brush my eyes with eagle feathers.
Now I am a hunter.
I envision the animal my arrows will pierce.
My backbone arches like a bow.
I shoot thought arrows:
my beloved dances her death dance on tip-toe.