above the mines

here there is underneath
just as there is here
here in the above
where the hills dwell

below:

tunnels grottos
gold nickle mercury
there
there are quiet pools of water
lying in wait
holding vigel

bats
on rock walls
dreaming
a dream smaller than a fist

there are bones we don't see
skulls we haven't seen
and what's left of eyes
that no longer see
in the depths of darkness
beyond 25 meters
deep
where the forgotten
watery deeps of the earth begin

–Lorena (Jun2016)