Cavemen and Emperors

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Attempts to think like Washington at war

While we are in our studies lined with chintz

And books are doomed, a doomed and wingless chore.

We can’t imagine cultures using flints

For arrowheads and spears.  We think we know

The cavemen just because we find their points

(Though shafts and stony head for arms to throw

Are obvious enough).  Though roasting joints

Can be inferred, we end with baffled minds

When we come up against the paintings on

The walls and cavern ceilings.  Shuttered blinds

Of evidence refuse convincing dawns.

  We even find it hard to understand

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