Post by stephengodfrey on Jan 23, 2011 16:33:10 GMT -5
A gruesome pendulum of time
Swept across his face.
Each line told a story
Unknown to anyone but himself.
His hands spoke loudly
Of who he was. Black fingernails,
Smudged black face like
Vaudeville actors, all washed
Off in the evening.
Hands of steel, face of coal.
he worked the high coal,
Like his father, and his
Father before him.
Black blood flowed in veins
Where red should have been.
Life reverberated in the
Coal Camp, until the cave-in
Horn sounded. Then panic and chaos,
And black smoke belched
From the shaft.
Swept across his face.
Each line told a story
Unknown to anyone but himself.
His hands spoke loudly
Of who he was. Black fingernails,
Smudged black face like
Vaudeville actors, all washed
Off in the evening.
Hands of steel, face of coal.
he worked the high coal,
Like his father, and his
Father before him.
Black blood flowed in veins
Where red should have been.
Life reverberated in the
Coal Camp, until the cave-in
Horn sounded. Then panic and chaos,
And black smoke belched
From the shaft.