Ensuing prehistoric bones
down caverns slumping hunters smear
foul crimson hands through makeshift paint,
tensed feral artists illustrating
beasts, bold visions, grave new worlds,
till crude grunts evolved into phrase,
brute rhetoric wed rhythmic vim,
conceiving me, the Poem Prime,
to birth enduring verse with time.

Protopoetic © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: November 29, 2019