There,
deep inside the coal mine was pitch black,
everything raven
but the smiles of the miners,
the smell of their pain in their sweat;
like the mine was mining in them
sucking in and drawing out
the white moonstones of their bones,
pearls
soothing and smoothening
the harsh hurts.
But in the darkness
their smile
were only snowflakes
on the molten tar
of their glooms.
