Alchemisland

Determined to track the black river to its source in the mountain passes

Cleaving through the undergrowth, yet undeterred explorers in khaki

Descending further into the green hell, toward katabasis

Deep in the jungle discovering the remains of antient castles

A site minutely planned, potentially ring-shaped if mapped

Signalling Atlantis, similar to the structure at Richat

Completely covered by greenery, barely seen even by trained gazes

Buried an age, eaten by the leaves, we walk between what once were streets

Now the meeting place of graceless trees, untended venomous seething evil Eden

Every seed in sequence produces some toxic thorn tree or disease-leaking lily

We sought Z and found nothing in accordance with that thesis

Which owes more to Theosophy than anthropology

Still, we made and acted on plans and for that make no apology

We are men of quality but sapped and thirsty cannot recall exactly

How to make it back, entering the buried pyramid ten men killed by traps

Steps which trigger specific roof sections to collapse, loosing spine-snapping

Stones from a hole in the roof, each new passage stows bones and stinks of mould

Curse-holding urns older than anything imagined on the Earth are disturbed

Chaotic banners in Sheol unfurl, a girl shaped from pearl with early colour eyes

Violently capsizes the planet with her colossal thighs, static in the skies

Inside the pyramid are spaces of impossible dimension, images they left us

Of space brethren wielding wonder weapons, did they help us or are they malevolent.