There're the cushioned doors
to the minstrel.
From the moment their parted
out rolls the red carpet.
Stalactites and stalagmites of enamel
surround you in an ivory panel.
It’s almost a hundred degrees!
The humidity makes you sneeze.
The farther in the darker it gets.
The saliva has you wet.
When you reach the flap at the end
It’s all downhill from then.