The Road Through
The road cut through
a deep gully of trees that
stood tall, 300 ft. or more,
and let no sunlight
fall except a dark, filtered
shade, never drying the damp
dripped down from a thick,
canopy of leaves.
Ferns grew in the spaces
between trees and smothered
the understory in a green
sway of fronds and dank smells
of forrest rot and gave home
to armies of creatures
with unpronounceable names
who's features were hammered
out in the factories
of horror.
The shoulder was too narrow
for a traveler to stop
and take in a view
and on one side
a drop deep enough to swallow
a car and so drove haste
and a pressing unease
to quickly pass through
this gullet of the prehistoric
and into the clear
careful not to wake
what was sleeping there
in the caves of human fear.
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