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

[Mark A Becker]

Thanks.  I've done one more edit, with a new last line.
Tim

Hey Tim-
I still think the first and last lines should be italicized, to set them off as thoughts of you in the present, while the body of the poems are scenes that you imagine in the past.

I think another word for 'missiles' would work better- perhaps 'projectiles', or even 'shots' ??  I saw that you added 'smeared on its shaft' in the latest revision, which probably prompted your search for another word to describe arrows (you had 'feathered shafts' in an earlier version). 

Words come too late.

Feathered missiles come quickly,
a stone point embedded in the hillside,
blood of a bison heart
smeared on its shaft.

Buffalo scatter
surrounded by their oceanic prairie
where the Sun God rests his hands
worn rough from making mountains.

Drums sound celebration of the hunt,
of carcasses motionless in moonlight,
dogs are barking,
shouts and songs of the hunters.

Words come too late
to know their names. Maybe 'to call their names' - as a warning from the future that would be impossible for them to hear. ??