Apex

Then we crossed Beringia,
tracking mastodon with our teeth
and whittling its bones into arrows.

Now we brush desert from skulls,
bodies we hollowed, ribs where we hid
to keep our lineage alive.

And still to oar forward our survival
we hack meat off skeletons,
undressing animals down to their spirits.

The sand is full of oceans of bone,
now we dig it up like scavengers.