cavernous self
core-coal from deepest of mines
dug to power my being and fuel my mind.
heart hollowing to flesh find
into the cavernous self– gems of many kinds.
the miner, brightened by time away from the sun
soot-smile, ligament spun
seek ore– it won’t outrun
for the tunnels may only grow deeper: many are the tons.
and when sounds the canary call
On emerald ears deaf downfall
eager becomes envy, death chews its hall
and the miner, valiant, striking at the wall.
He, weight-winding, watching his round
slowly ascending the debt he owes
Excavator extreme, king of woes
that sad smith Satan, caringly knows.
there goes a life lit by a spark
Spent silver searching, ignoring the lark
destruction is creation– in the light of the dark
self sparkling struck– soul, yet unmarked
I take psycho-pick in heart hand
duty deepened, mineral man.