Neanderthal etiquette

 Look at the waste of a man
consolidating in the dark night
bones and muscle twisting around it all
I rise into the bright blue

step out onto the sundried dirt
grin in my hand
scepticism in my heart

An incendiary blaze

Look at this new man
full of vigor in a clear real morning
teeth and tongue anticipating
legs walking

running toward the prey
spear leaves my hand
digs into the neck

if I had missed
hunger'd be my master

Yet I have slain and I will eat

over the bonfire

centuries in the making