Manhole Covers Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Manhole Covers



It lies there
Surrounded by metal, as its own
Encased in concrete
Long hardened and dark with age.

But below,
A hidden kingdom
Where elves play
Emitting foul aromas
That keep mankind away.

And in these dark recesses
Lurks a time capsule of the past
When man walked upright
And shouldered his burdens
But, alas, no more.

The manhole cover, Covers.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written in response to:

Manhole Covers

The beauty of manhole covers-what of that?
Like medals struck by a great savage khan,
Like Mayan calendar stones, unliftable, indecipherable,
Not like the old electrum, chased and scored,
Mottoed and sculptured to a turn,
But notched and whelked and pocked and smashed
With the great company names
(Gentle Bethlehem, smiling United States) .
This rustproof artifact of my street,
Long after roads are melted away will lie
Sidewise in the grave of the iron-old world,
Bitten at the edges,
Strong with its cryptic American,
Its dated beauty.
Karl Shapiro
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