Under the City StreetsA Poem by David Lewis PagetThere
are tunnels, runnels and drains and things Under
the city streets, There
are sewers and cellars where brewers keep Barrels
of French Chablis, And
deep below where the tunnels go Are
the ruins of ancient time, Where
people walked in the distant past With
their lives, like ours, sublime. There
are channels, panels of ancient art That
fade on a crumbling wall, They
haven’t been seen since Herod’s day By
an underground waterfall, There
are roads with rutted chariot tracks Still
paved with cobblestones, Where
the armies left, and turned to come back In
the times of ancient Rome. There
are harboursides deep under the ground That
once were lined with ships, Phoenician
Galleys with wine, that sallied To
trade on their many trips, The
harbours silted, the land built up Now
many miles from the sea, And
rats now scurry where sailors hurried To
catch the tide on the lea. And
deep down under the harboursides There
are caves that are filled with bones, Where
hunters gathered their animal flesh, To
carve it up in their homes, They
painted pictures up on the walls With
charcoal, ochre and chalk, In
a time when ice had covered the land, When
man had just learned to walk. So
where will we, in a million years Be
seen in the way of things, Will
our skyscrapers be toppled and found By
the folk from Saturn’s rings? Will
they say we must have been primitive, As
our cities are under the ground, With
signs of fire, like ancient Tyre, No
living thing to be found! David
Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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