Forbidden Cave

Forbidden Cave
    by “Jack Chelka”*

The scrub
cave way
often not high
not hiding
entrance to danger:
spikes and crevices of stone

Inside
never gone to.
Outside fire
guardian sits

Mob on fire
slays him
evil curiosity

wandering flesh torn inside
falls and torments
spirits savage
many hours to death
screams louder
softer
spikes and crevices
broken gasps
stone and stream gurgles
screams many hours

guardian spirit
greets the dead.
rather be outside

*a poem by a character from the ebook “The Blog That Would Destroy the World”, and from the paperback, “The Fog of the Caveman’s Blog”

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