she's gasping for
the lifelong turmoil
under the spotlights
and cobwebs
into the cavity
into the forlorn mill
by marshy meadows
a passer-by mumbles
and kids play hopscotch
meanwhile in cold blood
she has been cynical
and started a hunger strike
when the kids kicked all the molehills
tender surrender
to tuneful fragments
of Monday mourn
the pilgrim carried
a burden with legacy
and everyone heard
the coalmine symphony
playing overnight
it was a helter-skelter
a midwinter mirage
scrawled with dagger
on a corrosive corset
she watched the flamingos
out on a field
when all of a sudden
hordes of hunchbacked
mannequins stood up
and she was like
what the heck?
there's a coalmine just out of town
at the bottom
past the second left cut
thirteen
was found
one was alive
but twelve had passed
so we ask of our lord
for there soles to be blessed
and
let ther families know
we have them in mind
we wish them the best
all of the time
you know these men
lost there lives
doing a job
to help us survive
they went deep in the ground
for coal they dug in
for you and I
till the very end
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