I. Primitive Man
He was circumcised
And tanned
The skin, making
A ring
For her. She wore it loosely
Not bound by his flesh.
He was a warrior, angry
And powerless.
II. The Chieftain
Big man, buried
With your horse,
Sword and spear
At your side.
No one knows your name,
The one that had
Others quake with fear.
Slaves did not dare
Look at you.
Now we fumble
Through your bones.
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