EVENT IN UTAH
 
The boy’s heart races.
The men are silent.
The brown-green valley undulates below.
Above, cirrus clouds traverse the sky.
His eyes move quickly, one last time,
from the valley to his polished stone. 
His hands are moist and his mouth is dry.
It lumbers around the bend
and he pauses wide-eyed at its size.
Heart racing, he lifts his spear and gauges.
And then a whistling sound before it lands
convincingly in its abundant gut.
And now a wild swaying and swirling of ivory tusks.
He smiles wide amid the shouts
and onslaught of spears.