July 21, 2025Poem
Wide eyes roll
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Wide eyes roll
Starkly white
All morning stuck in the blind
Shuttered in the coalhouse
Left on a whim
To be stripped bare
Violated by the vermin
Warm-bodied scuttlers.
The skin scratch
The taste of blood
Smelling
Like a snot rag
Hard as nails
Spreadeagled
On a lumpen bed.
Night terrors born of this
Exposure.
Release the Canary
Curl up on the slack.
Heavy breathing,
Choking on bedsheets
The texture of cement.
Lightly covered bruises
Fatted lips
Swollen calves
Skinned fingertips.
The stink of sweat
Billowed in coal dust
Daubed on brick walls.
As hours become days
No escape for minors
Coalface terror
Is nothing to get used to.
Wave a Davey Lamp
Be neither seen nor heard
Bonny lad
Find a moment
To recover
Before the back shift
Brings it all down.