I used to climb the mountain
until the mountain fell,
lived in the light until
they made me mine
the bowels of hell.
Caught between a rock
and a hard life I breathed
death to keep my family alive.
I dodged fate for a while
with each pickaxe swing,
but on a December Monday
coal sent a demand it
needed more bones.
I used to climb the mountain
until the mountain fell.
lived in the light until
they made me mine
the bowels of hell.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
Revisiting Marian's prompt for Real Toads Play It Again #5
Comments
I thank Laurie Kolp for the heads up on your blog. :-)
Good one Susie ~