The poem ‘A Mesolithic Slant’ is in my recent poetry collection ‘All the Invisibles’ (SPM Publications) http://www.sentinelpoetry.org.uk/publications/alltheinvisibles/index.html
He’s on the cusp of revolution though he’ll never know it –
any more than voles in the barley who’ll breed a Scottish line.
All he can tell is that his world(his scary and stinking-of-animal world)
is threatened by settlers who savage the pine
and turn wild boar into pig.
Just so does sunlight
shove its small beak through an earlier fog, lifting its face
to brightening air, like one who unwittingly
dines with an angel and cannot
be sure, for the rest of his life, if it’s fear
or elation he’s in.