ON THE TRAPPING OF MINERS AT BEACONSFIELD APRIL 2006
Time has lost the day
to tell it what to do,
lost the night for sleep.
A kilometer deep
they hear the roar
that splits their lives in two
drowned in rock,
emboweled, all for gold.
How can profit matter now.
Sky and sun are dreams
they dreamed at birth,
blue and green a myth,
hope, a scratching.
Time is measured
by the length of fear,
by reconciliation in too short
a breath with death
grown fat with stone.
And if an outside chance should save them,
should drill them from their end
they will be changed.
CP
Nana Ollerenshaw grew up in Connecticut, married an Australian, and moved to Australia in 1965. She changed from school teaching to nursing in 1988, and currently lives in Buderim on the Sunshine Coast of Queensland.
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