blocked their exits
and plundered their nests
and plundered their stores
This conjured up Derinkuyu, the underground city in Cappadocia (Turkey), which I visited a million years ago (and froze my ass off in a B-and-B cave at exorbitant rates, I thought). Folks went there to escape the onslaught of the Ottomans, hunkering down, down. Wikipedia tells us the cave cities were still in use into the 20th century.
In another poem, Margaret Atwood, author of The Handmaid's Tale, lyrically ponders, ala Robert Frost's "Fire and Ice", how we might perish and the magic we have lost:
We breathe hot pudding.
..........
We stand on the non-lawn,
arms outstretched, mouths open.
Will it be burn or drown?
Though we've forgotten the incantation,
the chant, the dance,
we invoke a vertical ocean,
pure blue, pure water.
Let it come down.
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