From caverns deep the coal was wrenched,
its cradle split, its silence quenched.
The pick struck hard, the earth gave trust:
O chosen coal, thy crown is dust.
It dreamt of roots, of stone’s embrace,
the dark that held its ancient face.
But torn from womb to feed the flame:
O chosen coal, thou feed’st the flame.
It cracked, it bled, it split in two,
its marrow burned, its body slew.
The furnace drank with savage lust:
O chosen coal, thy crown is dust.
They praised the blaze, they sang its name,
yet knew not whom the fire maim.
The feast was death, the victim slain:
O chosen coal, thou feed’st the flame.
Now ash drifts cold where once it shone,
its voice erased, its labor gone.
Forgotten martyr, end unjust:
O chosen coal, thy crown is dust.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
From caverns deep the coal was wrenched,
its cradle split, its silence quenched.
The pick struck hard, the earth gave trust:
O chosen coal, thy crown is dust.
It dreamt of roots, of stone’s embrace,
the dark that held its ancient face.
But torn from womb to feed the flame:
O chosen coal, thou feed’st the flame.
It cracked, it bled, it split in two,
its marrow burned, its body slew.
The furnace drank with savage lust:
O chosen coal, thy crown is dust.
They praised the blaze, they sang its name,
yet knew not whom the fire maim.
The feast was death, the victim slain:
O chosen coal, thou feed’st the flame.
Now ash drifts cold where once it shone,
its voice erased, its labor gone.
Forgotten martyr, end unjust:
O chosen coal, thy crown is dust.
