To leave our small lives behind.
Millions of years this cave thrived
Long before humans wandered,
Grunting and squinting and chattering
Down into the mouth of the ancient
existence
That we eventually named “Carlsbad”.
Only slightly bent forward, perspiring
as heavily
Though hopefully not as rancidly,
It is time for us to enter The Great
Room
And time for time to cease being
time
And become nothing.
Steve Beleu,
