1942 Mining Disaster

from The Bowels Of hell...Salvation!
from The Bowels Of hell...Salvation!

 

1942 Mining Disaster....

©-MFB III- written at age 14 

An anguished cry...a shatttering roar 
then tons of rocks crash to the floor 

workers above watch terrified
with certainty the men have died.


But from below there comes a cry
a man who won't give up and die,
he screams amidst the grisly dead
with thoughts of freedom in his head.

 
The air is choked with dust and gas
he must work fast to clear a pass ,
he lunges forward numb with shock,
stripping bare flesh while clawing rock.


His bloody fingers pay no mind
they dig and claw at all they find,
moving upward from this pit ,
inching forward...bit..by...bit.


Around him many corpses lay
with eyes that seemed to mock his way.
for they'd escaped the tunnel's gloom
and left him there to face his doom.

 
He hates them all.. they can't help fight
him in this flight to life and light ,
he turns his back on friends he'd known,
to plow and hammer his way home.


Above.... the crews, like blinded moles
by guesswork drill their frantic holes,
someday they too could share this fate
they whisper prayers for their trapped mates.


But deep with the bowels of Hell
the air grows thin....his lungs grow frail,
and though some progress is beginning,
Death sits beside him...calmly grinning.

 
Flat on his back he gasps for air
Death hovers now..he does not care,
his eyes begin to close in sleep,
to join those trapped below... so deep.


But memories of bright city lights,
the taste of waters cool delight ,
his wife and children fill his sight,
so once again he turns to fight.


Then Suddenly....
to his surprise
a star erupts to blind his eyes,
a thousand arms reach in to grasp,
and pull him from death's wicked clasp .

He later wakes
in a sterile place
with earth's vomit
cleansed from his face
~
and now immune
from all his fears
for the men who died
he sheds a tear.

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Tom Cornett 6 years ago from Ohio

Chilling poem and so well written. My grandpa was a miner in Eastern KY. Thanks.

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