imagine
someone being tired of bones and
wood,
started making sharp tools
with only stones by chipping them
for centuries;
does it happen
that with such friction, and slamming rocks
against each other
would
sparks
fire
and possibly
burn
something?
right?
as to the cooked meat taste,
a wild fire is a feast to homo habilis.
it could be even before, and universal.
fire makes looser and winner
the same.
i mean meat on fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem