Kronos in the Cave of Nyx

Caves exhale. How folks find them.
People loved living in them,
In the bellies of the beasts.

The contents of a cave’s guts
Can be art, can be grisly,
Can be both, often enough.

The ones without bones or paint
But other undigested
Revenants of detritus

Are the spookiest. Stone masks,
Knives, human hair, modeled skulls,
Splinters, anthropoid statues.

How much inherited mind
Spawned itself from cave stomachs?