Archaeologist’s Poem

After Three Hours of Screening Dirt at Heshotauthla is the name of Ann Walters’ poem, found at the Ballard Street Poetry Journal.  It begins:

“From her open palm sweat rises,
and oil, dust, a thousand exhalations
of the nerves…”

Read the rest of this short poem by Walters, a former physical anthropologist and archaeologist, or visit the Ballard Street Poetry Journal homepage.