Denisovan Poem by Maurice Rowlands

Where the river meets the stars
Hunter
Where the mist on the mountains
Pulls you apart
Hunter
Where the ancestors dance
Beneath the swirling of galaxies
In spiritual trance
Hunter
She will be near
Eyes on the quarry
Hands on her spear
Hunter
After the turning moons
Of forty thousand years
She will wait
Have no fear

Where the wolves
In the shadows appear
And your heart
Finds its way
To the end of her spear
She will be near

Hunter