Herbert Nehrlich - Caves

There were so many,
they hung their heads
as if in shame
and swayed, unnoticed
buoyed by the staleness
of belated centuries
and, by and by they dripped
onto the rocky grounds
their semen as if it could
renew this world, its breath
and, as the devil watched,
the thorn of stalagtite
slipped with a tiny cry
into the petal gate, so moist
of what has been described
by Gods and man alike
as stalagmites, those givers of
the ambience of caves
and of its secret womb.
It was the taste of love
the force that does perpetuate
the beat of each small heart
which, in its own noblesse,
surprises even Gods.

Herbert Nehrlich

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