Subterranean Message ©

By Roy Dean Doughty
Written August 16th, 2009

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The wind exhaling warmly from these fissures
Suggests that we are dealing with one or more
Living creatures, something, at any rate,
Of immense proportions, possibly underground cities,
Utopias, distopias, bunkered suns, a world
Where the drum of our feet makes a constant thrum,
Like the curl and the crash of very distant breakers.
They know about us, there, these sub-sub people,
But they only seek contact for salubrious mandates,
Their interventions confined to human fringes,
Those hovering dangerously between dimensions,
Where the fantasies of waking and of dreaming
Miscegenate and breed.  Sometimes they come to us
As squat, droll creatures with troll-like humanoid bodies
And the plumed heads of birds.  Yet their language
So closely resembles ours, it is as if some aspect
Of our loved ones speaks from a covert place,
But speaks of things so shocking, so absurd,
That their sayings defy the logic of surface love.
Still, there are times, times of crisis,
Times hovering near the fringe,
When we hear the earth tolling, deep, within our chests,
And harassing us in the language of buried birds.