Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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Marrow. As a child, I often chewed on a chicken bone to remove the marrow. I was not aware at the time, but I was following The masticating practices of the Neanderthals (And those of my own early species). There is ample evidence that the many smashed bones Of both animal and, in certain localities, of Neanderthal, Were a desired part of the consumption of the bodies. Marrow has a distinct texture and taste And was, then, specially desired nutritionally And perhaps sometimes ritualistically. Learning this now, gives me a closer feeling for and understanding Of my very unique hominin ancestry And, unknowingly, as a child I uninstructedly and instinctively, Mimicked my very ancient forebears in one of their regular practices. Frank Maurer 7 April 2025 1455 Hours.