The Pike Men
They were husbands and brothers,
Fathers and cousins and mates,
Shoulder to shoulder they went each day,
Down in the pit like fathers before them,
Laughing and smiling as they went,
Until the Friday the earth exploded.
Only a broken row of cars remains,
And the tears of the wife’s,
And the cracked voices of the living,
And their kids crying in the dark,
And the memories.
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