the underworld and me
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 The Underworld and me










The cave mouth opened ferrous marble white
from heading straight down seeming,
descending directly into the underworld
without passing Jail or Go.
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
The way descending over chippings 
cut from hundreds/thousands of years,
past the electirc buzz of flies
massed like some popular festival day
in the cool shade at the minehead
of the steep rubbled cave-way.
 
 
 
 

 

 Stepping lightly down the landslide floor
inspecting
the towering brick-stone walls and chisel gouged ceiling
damp
with ground water seeping through
as the light gave up its way.
 
 
 

 

 Further down with torchlight decending
for protection
some small marble pieces gave themselves up,
and
as the underworld itself was gratefully blocked
I gathered these small stones, and my thoughts
to ascend that same waterfall of rocks
dragging my dampened torchlight 
back up 
into the sun soaked day.
1/7/02 (marafi)