sparking memories and nudging senses,
of wide eyed fathers descending clean.
The yellow helmet resurrected ascending home
Black as the cavernous eternity that disgorged them.
These happy few assaulting the faceless face,
brothers in arms picking a seamless seam.
A glory in labour and grime,
hardship rewarded by fellowships respect.
Sinewed muscled bodies,
labyrinthine with tissue and tunnelling vein.
Spit and blood
as they dug and dug,
black dust mined their souls
Its vengeance silent
A dormant insurgent.
And then to the death,
Of gasping, frothing and wheezing.
Armchair’s torn and ripped, clawed by white knuckled hands.
Clinging to life and breath
cursing the owners who shoved them down,
tear stained rage.
Released back to the black cavern,
back down, and down beyond the dust
to cleansing fire and deliverance.
Cap those pit heads,
blow the shafts
tear apart communities that canonised dead men digging.
Bring on the shopping malls,
the wind farms the nukes.
Let the earth cough up its dead.
To scream never again,
scream never again.