close to hand

[[ Just another song about Mesolithic life. ]]


What we eat,
muscle and fat,
is what we can.

And then the skin,
fur and feather,
tooth and tusk,
belly and bladder,
tendon and bone,
we put to use.

What kept them warm
will keep us warm.
What cut their enemy down
will cut ours down.

We make our tools
from what we find.
We work with what
is close to hand.

The sharp edge
of a broken stone.
The borrowed points
of other creatures.

And when we die,
we bury ourselves
in dirt and stone
with antler and flint,
belly and bone.