On the walls of the Chauvet Pont d’Arc cave
painted hands appear to wave;
hello; goodbye; attention please?
It might be all, or none of these.
Perhaps the ruddled outlines show
that thirty thousand years ago
the totem of the human hand
epitomised the hunting band.
Or if a parting gesture, one
that might suggest the host had gone
the way of all their leaping prey.
What token might we leave today,
some symbol of our own collapse;
a stencilled mushroom cloud perhaps?