The Shaman in the Cave

Here in the silence, the smoldering dark,
breathing the smoke of smothering,
the odor of smoke and grave earth mingling,
he moves his ocher wand.

The bull is earth and mind.

His terror at what he makes
is less than the joy, much less
than who have just left mother above
to find this bull in this womb of rock.

In response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt skill