Going underground 2

To go underground is to greet the dark
Harried by pitch black night in clouds that roll in swords that stab
Words become sharp and angry- we must flee
The earth is cold but opens up its maw and a new claw
Comes to grasp the heart, set the teeth- the veins are flooded
And clogged with a bitter poision. An old cry is wrenched up
From the throat. The hand convulses, grips- teeth grind
The cry trembles to a laugh hysteria snaps
Replaced by a dull wind
"Do not look for them, they are not here
They are fled underground."
In the belly grows black ink in the heart sudden pain of black ink
In the throat black ink chokes powder-blue, mocking red, underhand, unseen
In the arms the black ink flows convulsing into painful tremors
The black ink takes possession of the whole body
Whipping it back like whiplash into a pleasureless orgasm
Blackness indigestible, indestructable
Quiet, unseen, invisible.