An inlet four foot wide
Was made inside
A cave,
Dug out from coal
Black granite,
Hard as hail
Stones against slate tile.
For days he carved
And Hacked, blush
Sweat it dripped
Between the cracks
And creatures
Of the floor:
Dull bats dislocated
And snakes woken ,
Sensing strangers.
Soft down the road
Came she, to see
What he had done
Where hewn, the
Niche that he
Had made-
No spade or
Trowel, bare handed
He’d shovelled
Out the nook
For her to use,
A perch rescue
From the snakes
Bats and cracks
With whom they shared the cave.
[July 31st 2009:]