CAVE DWELLERS
They stand,
monuments to time
silent markers
of a rite of passage
about which we humans
know nothing.
They move not,
these guardians of the
the deep earth.
There is no relief
no replacement will come
to revive them.
Formed through
mists and drops
sentinels to a history
which evades the mind
that will not look
beneath the surface.
And they rise.
Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 8-11-10
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