Anthracite

The alarm flashes in the car

2 hours you have to stop

it is so quiet here just buzzing

of fly’s taking liberties

and being over familiar

It is so harsh but has its own beauty

no softness here just tar and red dirt

half way through my smoke now

as ants scamper to me in such a rush

to see if I have a two piece snack pack for them

Its really hot as I think of the job

leaning on my car taking another puff

dark clouds are on the horizon

just to remind me there is an edge

to this dry flat land with hammer handles for trees

My heart flutters as I think of home

smiling at nothing really, just things

I kick my smoke out as it all gets smaller

I need to go now and see the place

where another worker has died.

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