The Final Bite
Sandwich and Dust
dining at the table of a miner,
dark,
damp,
sandwich crumbs falling,
a miner chews quietly on his sandwich,
tasting traces of coal dust with each bite,
listening to the mining machine,
gouging the implanted treasure,
eons of decay,
eons of compacting,
eons of black gold, waiting;
the table serves the treasure,
the machine chews the next sump,
the next bite of treasure,
listen!!
a loud thump,
a cave,
sight is gone as dust swirls,
dark becomes darker,
compression squeezes the body,
the table of life,
no longer serving,
only the wreath remains,
only the treasure stands,
the crumbs, now one with the dust,
swirled into the everlasting,
the table,
grieves the loss of a guest, who,
like the crumbs and the dust,
has been swirled away,
into the everlasting.
Thank you for reading. Roof caves are unpredictable, however advances in roof control support technology have dramatically decreased their likelihood, keeping miners safe.
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Moe Radosevich
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Comments (10)
Such a measured telling of the dangers miners face every day in their everyday.
"the machine chews the next sump, the next bite of treasure, listen!! a loud thump," Oh, how I love the rhyme here, but this poem as a whole is so compelling. I adore the concept and images, and the metaphor of the table is doing so much wonderful work. Amazing. I love how we went from the miner's silence while chewing, to the hum of the drill, to the crashing of the roof. That crescendo was -- sublime writing. (and then the implied silence after with "everlasting" works so so well as a contrast.) Bravo!
This was powerful and poignant, Moe! Awesome job!
Wow... Thank you!
Ah, you were right, this was a sad one. You told their story beautifully. I loved the way you used the 'table', it made it even more touching and personal. Great work :)
This was an awesome tribute to the miners!
Fantastic job, my friend. ❤️
Sad story, but very well written.
That was awesome. And its one of those jobs you rarely here anything about. Thanks, Moe, great read!
Wow, buddy. So much emotion and sadness. Powerful piece, Moe! Well done!