Squished between bottled memories are photo's depth Fossils hold lastingness, enigmatic time Explorer on coal fact-finding mission, yours and mine Blackness of glassy lumps, tremendous breadth At the old colliery, buried history, a coal town's death
Unbounded, far-reaching reminiscence of miner's lives Great, great grandfathers incinerated citizenry Existence not wasted, though no nostalgia cynically Selling souls to company store per week for fives Faith they measured by feeding children and wives
No way out from tombs of chiseled insignificance Pick axes, shovels sounding klinks and klanks Started his career at thirteen, some less in ranks WhatΒ Β grandpa heard: cussing, dynamite dissonance Sounds of ancestors buried in condition indigence