Twenty-two miles to the Roslyn mine.
Two blocks beyond, ten headstones you'll find.
All dated the same the registry claims,
though the wind, the ice and acidified rain
have disfigured and stolen the names of those souls.
My tears they might wash and reveal some of those
but are wasted. They run down my nose.
The #4 Mine blew out in ‘09.
Now ten graves lay neatly in line.
Each man skipped the Army to work underground,
found eternal peace and never were found.
Twenty got out, then the fan house she blew
from an explosion of black damp allowed to accrue.
Ten lives disappeared in the dust and the fumes
And in the dark they were buried like in Brigadoon
I left by the toll road, crested the pass,
crystal streams from Lakedale my compass.
To a sacred valley of aspen and ash.
Ten decades to heal now, tears looking back.
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Explorations of cerebral fascination
Devilish ideas' mutated peregrinations
Spirited inhalations of tribal incantations
Torso-twisting through saucy peregrinations
Whilst the grimy sesame toast's torn asunder
Swashbuckling seafarers burble and blunder
Through Deli Yammer's roasted pickle bars de-acidified
n Arm n Hammer's blue-cabbage-power shake de-histified
If you think all this is rather hard to follow
Dr. Fauci's linking it in cuneiform on marshmallow
I can't help it but this little feeling is becoming difficult to let go
Oh!! What a deal!!
Little did I know I would be glued and chemically bonded
and left without being neutralized
I can't break away despite being a vigorous person,am acidified but still am forming more bonds!Who am I not to stay astray ?why can't I walk when am been burnt?
It's just a feeling,a feeling of being successful in getting there.
Am not a basic resume
Am Happy...