Down deep they mine

Crawling along the face

Mired in dirt and dust they toil

To reclaim the precious coal

Ripping, packing, moving up

Drilling – blasting rock

Inside the bowels of the earth

A mile beneath its crust

Scars upon their bodies

Permanently black blue

A reminder of the black gold

From the ancient rock they hew

All that remains of where I learned the reality of work – a memorial to great men