Running down a mine shaft
Fire in the hole
Hammering away at the
Rock wall insides
A gift for my children
Could be a curse for thousands
I’ll never know
No rest for the Falcon’s prey
There will always be blue beards
Lurking in the closet
Nerd kings
And forgotten canary heroines
The uncried tears
That fueled so much construction
So many teams
Clawing away the clods of light
So hard to hear
The bat hitting the ball.
The stadium crowd
Cheers from a distance
Sound like a whisper
Leaves fall into action
Reminding us that dead things
Give life where there was none before.
The fire brings us out.
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