All I remember of Eleusis
At least what's left of the place
Is sweating in a holding pen
For our late-sleeping guide to come
And open up our prison gate
And lead us into a large open space
Where the fearful neophytes
Once gathered in silent darkness
Vowing not to breath a word
Of what they were about to see
And then I remember an empty cave
Really just a hole in the rocks
Where once spoke some Persephone
And looking up I found my group
Had hurried on far ahead
To ruins where they were blessed
Our guide's mouth moving but
I couldn't catch a word
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