Post by Raymond Neely on Feb 16, 2011 18:08:38 GMT -5
by Raymond Neely
The guts of the ground
are blown and picked out of hillsides
and from underground,
are chunked and cubed into trucks
and dumped into lines of coal cars
which run farther than the eye can see,
each holding tons of diamond flecked
black gold,
and portions of men's lives.
The black train to New York, New Jersey
leaves the gutted land and dilapidation
behind, the rickety falling boards
of condemned coal miners' homes and
once beautifully rounded hills of god
shaved in upon and broken, left topless,
toxic wash puddles and streams.
Children dig in ash where the atmosphere
is pink.
Men walk on all fours, huckered,
gas masked, seeking holes like moles,
hiding away from holocaust.
The guts of the ground
are blown and picked out of hillsides
and from underground,
are chunked and cubed into trucks
and dumped into lines of coal cars
which run farther than the eye can see,
each holding tons of diamond flecked
black gold,
and portions of men's lives.
The black train to New York, New Jersey
leaves the gutted land and dilapidation
behind, the rickety falling boards
of condemned coal miners' homes and
once beautifully rounded hills of god
shaved in upon and broken, left topless,
toxic wash puddles and streams.
Children dig in ash where the atmosphere
is pink.
Men walk on all fours, huckered,
gas masked, seeking holes like moles,
hiding away from holocaust.