Poetry
Miner’s Sun
Nowhere to go but deeper
Published in
Oct 7, 2021
uncle claws at mineral deposits
bare hands bloody but not calloused
there is no healing in the way down, damp and dark
down where pain is precious currency of the damned
where light is artificial even in memory
unaware of heaven, he seeks God in the wrong direction
chiseling his own body and discovering only bone
but his sweat has the glint of gems so he keeps on
exhaling the dusty and divine remnants of dreams unrealized
unearthing organic foundations unceremoniously laid
knowing there is nowhere to go but deeper
