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Red chinstraps Wet blood, slowly drying in the evening breeze Folded into wells of clouded waves with vague concentric origin Closer, a flattened helmet, orange ochre blazing Sun sinking, stars chasing Warrior's stratified locks wisp out to vanishing points Freckles of sputtered bronze Slowly becoming red Slowly becoming an omen Foreshadowing tears to be wept Horses that lay silent On the eastern Ural Steepe
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Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 9:21 PM UTC
Sintashta Omen
Red chinstraps Wet blood, slowly drying in the evening breeze Folded into wells of clouded waves with vague concentric origin Closer, a flattened helmet, orange ochre blazing Sun sinking, stars chasing Warrior's stratified locks wisp out to vanishing points Freckles of sputtered bronze Slowly becoming red Slowly becoming an omen Foreshadowing tears to be wept Horses that lay silent On the eastern Ural Steepe
The Sintashta people were an ancient and short lived group of skilled horsemen and metal workers on steepes of the eastern side of the Ural range. They existed circa 2000 BCE. They built large fortifications, and made large amounts of bronze weaponry, indicating a time of intense warfare.
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Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 9:21 PM UTC
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