An echo from the dark green shore <br />now permeates each open pore, <br />from murky depths and plankton's slime <br />a spark ignites of active lime. <br />And takes the meaning to new heights <br />by turning off essential lights. <br />The bunker, once the wherewithall <br />was nothing but a musty stall. <br />It saved the mind from toothless cats <br />while making peace with starving rats. <br />Please do not fret, let fate decide <br />which of the Devil's beasts you ride.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yep/
