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Cave Curse Chant

Cave Curse Chant

For thousands of years,

on gloomy days

we painted and caressed

the wall of the cave

to rearrange our rage.



Our fingertips tap to paint on rock,

with furry ochre lines to mock and

stamp anger into that hairy mask.

To evict the scary vision,

forever it must vanish.


We caught the mystic

with a few stick lines.

We wordless, grunted

to acclaim the sight,

Its’ magic spell haunted.


Decoyed in our net

the sworn enemy.

Our hearts throbbed,

fists clenched as if

locked in fury.


Have no more words just

hiss the same curse.

Press our thumbs against

the virtual wall of

our mental cave.


2018. Friewald Gyula