This poem is taken from PN Review 275, Volume 50 Number 3, January - February 2024.
Five Poems
Cave of the Bat
Whoever he was I
call him
Heck
or maybe
Kheck
the proto-shaman
laid to rest outside the Cave of the Bat
with a pair of antlers
and the salutary slab of basalt
he toted
all the way
from the hills where he met his
mate, her name was me –
O Kheck….
The Scream
It’s late and
while I work I
listen to the intermezzo from
Cavalleria Rusticana –
Yes, I remember,
...
Whoever he was I
call him
Heck
or maybe
Kheck
the proto-shaman
laid to rest outside the Cave of the Bat
with a pair of antlers
and the salutary slab of basalt
he toted
all the way
from the hills where he met his
mate, her name was me –
O Kheck….
The Scream
It’s late and
while I work I
listen to the intermezzo from
Cavalleria Rusticana –
Yes, I remember,
...
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