Friday, August 21, 2009

Grave Robbers

Ramshack shanty towns,
dirty people abound - not
in mind or soul, just
the clothes, - The Mine.

Silver ore and gold -
The Mine, tin, brass and
copper, the people filling
make-to herebys looking
out through bright white eyes
offset by muck and grime.

Cool all winds from away
far mountains kindly stirs
the silt that flows right
out, The Mine.

What treasure trove can
they find deep deep in
the graves of stars that
can still glide in the
dust choked sky.

written Feb 21, 1997