The Men of the Deep

The Men of the Deep


It’s a job at least
Only one around
And it starts in dark
Leading to the Dark
As the Cage lets out
complaining sounds.


Will the runs stay clear
Of gas?
Will the passages
All hold fast.
Will my Buddies
Do their bit
As rock is blown?


Others shake their heads
At me.
Wondering, other jobs
Might be.
But the dark, the shaft
The hoppers
Are my own.


See also the music link

https://histocall.blogspot.com/2023/06/home-ill-be.html