I have arrowheads
Crafted long ago in the forests
When it was still called The Dawn Country
Perhaps used for hunting
Perhaps used for battle
How carefully the maker chipped and grooved it
With skill and ancient knowledge
Perhaps the success of his arrow was
The line against starvation
But who crafted it?
I do not know his name
Not even sure of his nation
He might have been a chief.
But who knows?
Was he tall or short
Good or bad?
Did the arrow hit or miss?
But at least a thousand years later
Here is his arrowhead intact.
Found just where he left it.
Evidence of his passing through
Solid and in the palm of my hand
I wonder--
What will be my arrowhead
After I am gone?
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