I sometimes use a speleologist to
ride roughshod over my own nether hibernacle
He comes all the way from Delphi
when I make it crystal clear for him
to plunge onto that fatal toboggan
leave no quartz unturned
and fetch me the latest icicles
- I recycle them
and spare his devout life.
(I swallow these rough diamonds
to carve them in my stony flesh
as alive tentacles.)

thank God for the times he’s being
an evasive prophet of doom
underhandedly sighing for gaolbreaks
- he boomerangs no more,
the carbon of his ashes
sinking the Mecca:
fluorescing
deeper down the caves
for the other pilgrims to come.