He is not surpassed to be active
as to the teachings of those
who wish to devalue him to
create opportunity
to acquire and subdue what he
has established.
She became okay with being
the churches whore.
She described the burls of
the cherry tree as being needed,
resin vases often benefit from the
stresses of knot.
the perfect sealant hardens the soft tree
creating a long lasting bond
these people refuse to marry me
Pagen Roman Beleifs
Babies cry, sleep, change nappies, feed. Toddlers drink water from cups. Younger brothers, younger sister, older brother, older sister, small town, large country.
One lane roads, one lane bridges, unsealed, 60mph, in the dark. Bush covered gorges, rail lines across the river, small waterfalls, windows down, no seatbelts in the back seat, lying down, sleeping on the rugs, stopping for carsick ones on the edges. Mum singing, Dad driving, children counting dead possums.
The ways into town run through a long winding gorge or a longer winding coastal road, both prone to slips. Nearest cities Christchurch, Nelson, 200 miles away. Only referred to as the Coast, with its own dialect, only belonging when born there.
Biscuits four trays, oven
Bread hot water cupboard rising, Dad late
Holden Kingswood written off, dead bull
Packs, boots, carbide lamps, white fizzy hosing down leggings, parkas, gumboots, bikes, back porch full.
Flames warm quality coal
Sheet lightening children’s window race
Nothing more calming than the thunder of the rain.
A man's armor
unbending,mighty
Only broken by the touch of a woman
the soft, sweet temptation of love and affection
A man's armor
almighty, unbreaking
A man turns fearless, but dangerous
A man turns unstoppable, but emotionless
We trade our imagination in for reality
A man's armor
As strong as carbide, as cold as ice
We become both dead and alive
More animal than man
You wouldn’t go with me into the old mine –
even a guided tour with hardhat, miners’ carbide
lamp to glitter rich metals revealed by the pick’s
rough stroke. Remember the mystery-mine
in the museum, a child-size cubicle, we had to
duck to fit inside. And there, by magic
of black light, the walls glowed brilliant against
subterranean night. Forget the legends
of haunted shafts, tommyknockers, other
nameless beings of the dark. Forget
the chance of cave-in, dust explosion, fire,
toxic air. Think of it as letting your
self drift down to sleep, perhaps to dream
in gemstone color, silver, and gold.
Super hard alloy
With such a high melting point.
Tungsten carbide drills!
Penetrating deep,
Beneath rocks, beyond light,
Carbide blazing night.
The train comes by every morning bout 5
I wish that train would find a cliff and collide
It’s driven by a demon on a joy ride
Always, arriving with some poison to unpack
Where ever it came from, i wish it’d go back.
Whoever blows the whistle is most vile of all
He probably blew whistles at the plant in Bhopal
Uselessly sounding off while thousands died
Now they bring me their killer pesticides
To store deep in these hills, in the chemical valley
Here it continues adding death to the tally
If it leaks, everyone I know will suffer a similar fate
Carbide thinks life is worth less than methyl isocyanate
The cry's rang out all through the night.
In Moweaquas' town of sorrow.
On Christmas Eve 1932 took the joy of their tomorrows.
Pressure dropped, gas escaped, carbide hats ignited.
Their valiant search was all in vain. In prayer and hope united.
54 coal miners died that day. Fathers, sons, and brothers.
My grandpa Dowd was one of them.
Leaving five kids and my grandmother.
Ending the era of carbide lighted hats in all U.S. coal mines.
A heavy price they had to pay. The rules weren't changed in time.
Mining ceased in that little town. None left to work or labor.
A monument placed with all names traced.
CHRISTMAS MOURN remembered forever!