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.

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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.

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We caught the mystic

with a few stick lines.

We wordless, grunted

to acclaim the sight,

Its’ magic spell haunted.

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Decoyed in our net

the sworn enemy.

Our hearts throbbed,

fists clenched as if

locked in fury.

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Have no more words just

hiss the same curse.

Press our thumbs against

the virtual wall of

our mental cave.

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2018. Friewald Gyula