

This was never going to be an easy read: I'd have a panic attack if I went in any of these caves, sumps and swallets (great vocab.!). Then there's the title, Asylum. Something one seeks in distress and is granted or refused. Or an institution in which one is confined. Writing in situ, the poet conveys the unease beneath the surface, as the earth swallows him and daylight alike, whilst itself being experienced as a troubled body. Much to ponder.