There once was a cave in the side of a cliff

just a gash to be entered because it was there

no other motive was needed at all.

 

To be the first in was of prime importance

to photograph its mysteries,

lay bare what might be discovered there.

 

Much planning was needed to conquer it

with ropes and tackle as the cliff was wet

and strange vegetation defied a hold

 

but nevertheless the tale would be told.

A team of explorers was raised over time

cameras, lighting, oxygen and ladders

 

strange suits and collecting bags

as none had a clue to what lay in store

the cave was tamed at last and recorded.

 

Nothing was found of much value at all

but the ascent and penetration was logged

 

the sexual implication unrealized

by the invaders who recoiled,

 

those first to enter and nothing learned

except that nothing is sacred when

the thrill has past, and so it is from first to last.

 

What makes the world go round is cliffs

and caves and those who lust are slaves.