The Welshman overseeing
The breakers
Is anthracite mad
And green longing
The boyos hate his position
Just above their boxes
Their bloody- fingered witness
Broken himself back in Sirhowy
Kicking it down the shaft
Hollering the already dispossessed
There is no romance in mining
In pimping its mineral heart
Stoked before the next firing
The Mollies would be stricken
One before his appointment
At the Carbon County gaol
Hand printed in clay
A stain to mark
This final foster village
This final foster village
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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