Monday, 7 April 2014

Down the Pit

Down the Pit

Stripped naked. Heat intense.
It's dark. I feel the touch
of steel on the soles of my feet,
Hear the chain pulley jangle.
I'm dirty. Smutty.
Never see the light of day.

I pull the cart, full,
to the lift shaft to bring
the coal to the surface.
My muscles harden.
The little bird sings
in the cage as I work.

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