The Visions at Lascaux

Bison, limned in charcoal, die across the rocks. Reindeer float in ochre on the walls. Overhead, soot rings the opening; the river froze, careening into cold. Then, as now, the moon spun through the trees. The people watched, with sorrow in their bones and night stretched long. The pressure of a mouth, the thumb-smudge tracked […]