POEM: Below the Stone Dome Posted on May 19, 2021 by B Gourley The stone dome bubbled from the jungle stands stern like a knob of nothing. The green growth that girds that whole hump is living, like some hallowed habitat -- filled full of all forms of flora, with big bugs, and all the creepy creatures. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc.PrintWhatsAppMoreShare on TumblrTweetEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related