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mining ceased overnight boom days were no more the conveyor belt stands idle buildings in disrepair infrastructure rusting away asbestos remnants piled high the landscape irreversibly scarred forever the town who relied so much on the mine slowly ebbed in vitality one by one the business houses were closed houses where the pit workers lived vacated for good the company saw lean times its ore seen to be hazardous health concerns were raised by the medical fraternity the carpet was pulled from under the company's feet its share value fell hard it then folded up in an ex-mining town a legacy remains a gigantic gaping hole poorly in need of remediation for miles around the mine's site the asbestos filaments float on the air and are carried well beyond by the wind miner's who ingested the asbestos into their lungs suffer diseases like Mesothelioma and other forms of cancers the town's prosperity whittled away the people have no industry to keep them sustained into the dust the boom turned overnight mining towns know well this plight Epilogue we hear of a resource being harvested from the earth yet where the mineral is mined there is the potential for a dearth the slogan of mining towns is that of boom or bust
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
Boom Or Bust
mining ceased overnight boom days were no more the conveyor belt stands idle buildings in disrepair infrastructure rusting away asbestos remnants piled high the landscape irreversibly scarred forever the town who relied so much on the mine slowly ebbed in vitality one by one the business houses were closed houses where the pit workers lived vacated for good the company saw lean times its ore seen to be hazardous health concerns were raised by the medical fraternity the carpet was pulled from under the company's feet its share value fell hard it then folded up in an ex-mining town a legacy remains a gigantic gaping hole poorly in need of remediation for miles around the mine's site the asbestos filaments float on the air and are carried well beyond by the wind miner's who ingested the asbestos into their lungs suffer diseases like Mesothelioma and other forms of cancers the town's prosperity whittled away the people have no industry to keep them sustained into the dust the boom turned overnight mining towns know well this plight Epilogue we hear of a resource being harvested from the earth yet where the mineral is mined there is the potential for a dearth the slogan of mining towns is that of boom or bust
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ElizabethSquires
Australian
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
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