Frank Corcoran

Astronomy in Mesolithic Times

Knew their winter-solstice had to rhyme

With future hope of food and of bear-hunt

Success ( apologize ! ) He bore the brunt



Of spears and sharpened dagger ( ” Sorry , bear ! ” )

Within , the desperate killing in its lair ,

Bear- steaks and fatty food for little child-

– Ren running bare-foot , tripping , cold and wild .



They knew the earth , their globe, it had to turn

Around again , or else they´d fully burn ,

While flirring , whirring , whizzing towards the sun ,



Or lost in outer space , full freezing done ,

Their mesolithic winter , shivering , fun ,

All glaciers gleaming like a nuclear gun.