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The sand was always hot
beside the white dunes and the coarse grass
The sea was always blue
between the black rocks and the horizon haze
The beach was always ours
between the seagull shout and the distant crowd
We were always alone
between the far world and our near union
We swa...
Monday 29th January 2018 11:59 am
the Dust, the Dust
the Dust, the Dust
I remember the men,
their faces blackened with filthy coal
layers of carbon dust on skin,
slowly lining their lungs thick.
I think of them in the twilight,
two miles underground
hewing with axe and pick,
shirtless bodies glistening with sweat like morning dew
I see them coming home,
tired of the black
eyes like pissholes in the snow
unaccustomed to the light
and then,
and then their golden...
Wednesday 18th November 2009 3:18 pm
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