Pit

 

We plunge 

to a deep breath.

My, my, my, Delilah…

 

Our lungs carry

dust from the last

coal cut.

 

Chin up.

The final whistle’s a fist.

Fight back

 

tears in the carriage.

Headlights tunnel 

the dark.

 

What’s at the end of darkness?

Silence, as we lift. 

 

 

 

Tiffany Anne Tondut