All I've Got Left Is Time Travel No. 2

[Mark A Becker]

Hey Tim,
I see this as part of your 'time travel' series, in which you imagine yourself in very early American scenes featuring Native Americans.  This is a very cool idea, but will be difficult to pull off.  I read No. 1, over in MISC, and think you inserted your presence too deeply in that one. 

My suggestion is to write a lead-in line, which occurs in the present, followed by the scene you imagine/witness in the past. Working yourself in, as the time traveler, is the really tricky part, and it might be best to just leave yourself out as you describe the imagined scenes.  Then maybe add a concluding line where you are back in the present, reflecting upon what you've just imagined.  I very much like the idea as the basis for your series of poems, and I'm very interested to see how the series progresses.

Below I've cut the entire beginning, and started with you finding some stone points, followed by what you imagine:

Stone points embedded in the hillside...

... dogs are barking
the feathered shafts come quickly
Buffalo scatter
surrounded by their oceanic prairie
where the Sun God rests his hands
worn rough from making mountains.

Drums sound the celebration
of hunt and conquest
of carcasses motionless
and the shouts and songs of the hunters.