OTZI AWAKE
At long last Otzi the Iceman awoke in the museum and pulled the arrowhead from his shoulder. His world was, inevitably, gone. He shattered the glass case that held him and went out to wander the trails again. By the side of the highway a lonely wind cracked his bones. I want to go home, he gasped. Where is home. Nobody knew. He wanted to hunt deer but there were no deer. He wanted to make a gut string bow but there were no guts. He wanted to lie down on an icy and desolate ridge and go back to sleep but all the ice was gone and the desolation was worn smooth by hikers. They kept shaking his shoulder. Hey, buddy. Get up, buddy. What's the matter with his skin. Let him sleep it off. Like that was kindness. Like he hadn't thought of that.
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