From an archeological dig
out of Mehrgarh in Pakistan, a relic
surfaces - a maxillary left
Second molar from an adult male.
On the occlusal surface, under light,
a single, deep, in vivo perforation.
Shaft anchored in a hollowed stone,
I imagine a sturdy bow-drill
In the palm, rotated by a stringed bow.
At its other end, a drill-bit of flint,
tipped to a crude, sharpened, conical point,
Braced against the wavering tooth.
Even now I hear the sound, from
somewhere deep in the Indus Valley,
echoing across nine thousand years
A Neolithic primal scream.