The Union

You see the miners sunken So long down endless pits Obediently confounded A hollow case of grit Save for publication My evening bloody scenes Ascending new dimensions My axe has promised me Since their Sun only rises on Sundays Desecrating sullied loading zones For the bones of those fallen in galleries A lament by them voiceless frogs A strike depletes the shadowed For once they shall decree Ahead a clannish quorum Abed the enshrining sea