Pot sherds scattered through
the site, spiral petroglyphs
etched on basalt. Burned
rock refuse among the midden.
Too early for post molds, late
fluted points place us in Folsom.
The debitage yields a mass of flint
flakes, a few blades. Survey
discovers a rock cairn, leading
to an abrupt cliff several miles
In the pit— dart, spear, arrow tips,
knives, and bones, layers and levels
of bison bone, exposed, twenty
feet deep. When my spirit leaps
from my body, let my material
remains rest among the relics
of the past, and become an integral
part of the plains stratigraphy.