Undertow

Black infantile vale

draped beyond wilted hedge,

four hours his palms had traced the Lethe

at the limestone trail.

Eyes pierced dim

against cavernous ridges,

tough fetched droplets made descent

earthen spike's that pierced the glinting.

Fell upon the hands of eon

clashing creek and stone

the room of tombs,

besieged, consumed,

in the torch light of yearly haunting.

The ebb and flow 

this undertow

looms in edging darkness

as waters fell it began the tale

of a man clutched to mineral frame

speleothems, he clung to them

stalactites drop down in all his swashing.