Into the cracking earth ribs

where darkness lives

And smutches its nothings

Onto your face

You work for mother

You work for sister

There you celebrate

The end of the war

Your eyes holes of hope

Somewhere above the lights

2500 meters under

Holding tight

Metal and bone quiver

The sun broken on a man

Generations of broken stone

Beneath your feet

Bite the heat

And taste of coal

Flowers with blood

The big town in your head

Follows languages of miners