An anthropologist’s dream

In the atlas
on the table
the continents lie discarded
like an anthropologist’s dream

South America is a stone tool
a hand axe
an adze
the knife edge serrations
sharp as sacrifice
precisely tooled for bloodletting
and bones

India is a flint point
a barbed spear tip
shanked and bound with sinew
pressure flaked for fine incision

Africa has
the delicate curved plates of a skull
the articulated hollow behind the jaw
the high brow ridge
indicative of evolution

amongst islands of scattered teeth
blackened layers of hearth fires
a midden of fused bones
and old stone accretions
our human history is written on the surface
for anyone to read


About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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