in the museum hall
the cramped craniums
their label and number
between empty orbits
the record, the dossier
the theory, the hypothesis
three molars fished out
from the cave rubble
digital in silence
fossil
between flint chips
yet the bonfire
was merely the meeting
and between offering and banquet
we devoured the gods
and distributed the tents
cain's sons, the black
race of wolves
without absolution
m. fraga
