They crawled deep

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As the saying goes, "good poets borrow, great poets steal."  Well, shitty poets can steal, too, and I'm an example. The following edited piece was inspired by a poem called "Homo Naledi", by Tim (aka TqB).  Many thanks Tim!

They crawled deep
into caves to return their dead,
guided by faltering firelight          i like faltering better than my flickering, may do some stealing of my own
to the original dark.

Perhaps they then quarreled        don't like that perhaps, perhaps that's why I made mine present tense, so i could make some leaps
and clawed over scraps
as hungry predators listened
at the entrance.

In this distant flicker of humanity,
huddled behind the protection
of fire, they scrawled shadows of language
upon cave walls.                                            like this a lot

What prehensile jabber echoed
back to their dead?
They expected no God, no Savior,
only sunrise.                                  I like the question combined with my last two lines

I absolve you.  Pig Pen is my only publishing house.

I always gravitate toward anything archeological.  Although the study of ancient humans has its own -ology which I don't remember the word for, but you know what I mean.