Saturday, August 11, 2007


undercity, wound around,
lies a maze hid underground.
underfoot all undertown,
stand dark walls gray black and brown,
creeping tunnels down down down
longly lying, scarce a sound
but from above that does resound
until the day unburied, found,
exposed to light, known all around.

1 comment:

Paul Bernard said...

Great poem that.

Reminds me of Poe.