Deep Underground Poem by Patti Masterman

Deep Underground



Deep underground
There lie stagnant springs,
Obsidian pools;
Dark poetry beginnings
Where there are no rules.

Coagulated blood
Of the suddenly careless;
The forever sorry,
Suicide lotto winners,
Riding death's lorry.

Deep underground,
Cries quickly perish;
No crosses mark plots,
On endless highways,
No greasy spots.

Parched vowels panting,
From raw throats below,
Waiting for syllables to fly inside;
Melancholic crows
On wings of dirty snow.

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