Underground
 

Undisturbed darkness,
Liquid, drip, drip, dripping,
Like the inveterate ticking,
Of an invisible heart of stone,
Deep in the cool, hard body,
Of the earth.

Footfalls echo,
Ahead, behind, around.
Lamps thrust aside the blackness,
Violating the sanctity,
Of rock cathedrals,
Now displayed in glory.

Glistening, shimmering cold,
Rock colours compete,
To enjoy the light.
A black pool sits wetly,
waiting for a ripple,
To break its monotony.

No sunrise, no sunset,
Time does not penetrate.
No need for seasons,
Or weather reports,
A lamp battery the only lifeline,
To the changing world outside.