A World Entombed.
Poem By Fay Slimm
Quiet gloom descends, and we too downward
Stoop, mid ranks of rock, damply oozing. First
Glimpse of our trip in ancient cave abounds
With spectres, some, depicting dig-thirsty
First explorers, sanitise the past. Tombs
Of bones exposed in cavernous wet, now
Lie in state for tourist eye. Roaming rooms
Of stalagmitic beauty, eyes glaze trying
To envision the caveman's dangerous world.
Uncanny now, spotlights gone and pitch-black
Mid sound of animal snarls and growls curdling
Air, we airless sigh as guide then lights back
To reality fevered fantasy. - - - - Needs
Now met, entombed rock's shrunken world recedes.