Down the company road
The slagging was
Of men and boys
Heaped in ramps
With terrible hands
Dealt by the company men
From the bottom
Of the deeps
The women here
Remain alert
To periodic caving
A habit worn
From mining days
When the sun
And its shadows
Went below
To come up
With less than
A day and a night
Down the company road
They pity the dawn its dead
And for stealing their men
Just to return them
Useless
To sleep
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