Skull Pit

Skull Pit; gaping maw.

An Ozark orifice which

sits hungry. At the bottom

of its calcified esophagus,

piles of black guano

shine in the gloom.

Splatters of bat proteins

reach up for the

unsuspecting and excited

spelunkers, who think that

they are the first to

traverse the nocturnal

stony birth passage of

Eastern European, flying,

hairy cliché. They don’t

realize the shit that they are in.

David M. Buhajla is a poet and writer who lives in the Arkansas Ozarks with his wife Marci and his daughter Maya. He is an English professor at Arkansas Tech University.