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