Doesn't your flesh remember
That we worshipped fire
That we danced wearing bones
That we twisted off the long thin neck of a bird
That we roasted a goat
And wrapped it gently in large soft leaves
And ate it?
Do you remember
Next to you, your woman was stirring
That aromatic thick brown goo
For a long, long time?
Do you remember
Inside the cave we drew graffiti
Of an afternoon nap and coitus
In mustard-colored cuneiform?
Do you remember
The village chief was older than anyone else
More gigantic than anyone else
And he answered every question we asked?