Down the Mine

by grimbeau

Prospect:
Anthracite unshined and dirt black,
Clogging every aperture,
Crevice,
And hole:
Unhosed for public consumption.
No sound or light to hear or see,
Just the wireless & Davy lamp:
Maid in Bangkok Sweatshop.
Half a house swap in Ithaca, Greece.
Escape this coal face;
Leave the pick & shovel:

Gerraway!
Yer Puggled.
Just for several months!
Then, back again:
Arsewisely.
You always bring your weather with you.
Me Too!
Everyhere you go there is a lot going on.
Same old, same old;
Except for the new stuff:
Off course.