Friday, April 22, 2016

8072. KITCHEN COFFEE

KITCHEN COFFEE
My good girl works in the mine,
serving to those guys who hammer
the ore seams. I watch her, sometimes,
from early morning days at the break 
of dawn. When I take my seat in the
cattle car going down : I just go for the
ride, I never get off, it's the miners who
do that. I don't even know how deep we
descend, or if maybe Hades has another
side  -  to be seen? Or always kept unseen?
Little is said, everyone stays silent, a lot
of the men seem always grumpy. And
why not, and who wouldn't be?

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