It lies there
Surrounded by metal, as its own
Encased in concrete
Long hardened and dark with age.
But below,
A hidden kingdom
Where elves play
Emitting foul aromas
That keep mankind away.
And in these dark recesses
Lurks a time capsule of the past
When man walked upright
And shouldered his burdens
But, alas, no more.
The manhole cover, Covers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem