A contemporary poem about the shaft keeps count, using a concrete image system, a pressured turn and a restrained open ending.
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At the mine mouth, the bell knows our names. We descend with bread, a lamp, a borrowed mask. The dust makes a second lung of every worker. Above us, men toast the gold's clean shine. Below, the wall gives one warning crack. We stop digging. For once, the earth is heard before it closes.
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