Dogs 2010

CRAWLSPACE
(6/22/10)


the entrance
presents
darkness
moisture
mustiness
primeval mud
and spider webs
complete
with living
spiders

after
knocking
the webs away
and killing a few
of the angrier
insects
entry is made
and any hopes
of remaining
relatively clean
are dashed

the clearance
is minimal
on all sides
head
elbows
and knees
knocking about
on sundry
hard
surfaces

the true
value
of the flashlight
is realized
right away
as its thin beam
cuts through
the black
illuminating
structures
refuse
and other
insect life

extinguished
all is night
with furtive
disturbing
scrambling
in surround
sound

inspection
proceeds
going over
under
and around
wires
ducts
pipes
insulation
and decades old
construction materials
cast off
and crammed
in unfrequented
corners

progress
is impeded
somewhat
by a curious collection
of implements
and supplies
used to make
repairs
along the way

broom
scissors
duct tape
screwdriver
rubber mallet
aluminum tape
all seem to catch
at once
on passing
protuberances
whether the items
are hand held
or carried
in pocket

the crawling
becomes
more constrictive
in certain
areas
and it seems
more a swim
through
the foul smelling
dirt and dust
having to wait
for the murky air
to settle
before taking
the next
breath

although
cooler
than the outer
summer heat
the effort
has sprung forth
sweat aplenty
forming a salty
mudpack
on all
exposed skin

finally
the farthest
extent is reached
and a clumsy
about face
is performed
to begin
the return
trip

care
now has
to be taken
to refrain from causing
any new damage
due to transit
so retreat
is slow
and deliberate

happily
illumination
other than artificial
is slowly sensed
then the opening
is spotted
and eventually
reached

emergence
into the land
of living
and light
is to be reborn
with a concomitant
afterbirth
of caked mud
some blood
cobwebs
and tiny needles
of fiberglass
stabbing
the flesh

the filigree
of filth
is evidence
of toil
dispatched

brown spit
the signature
of a job
well
done

the torch
quickly dims
on another
excursion
in home
ownership