I curse my flashlight soon to die; This coal mine knows
no candle of explosion
can I light
as darkness is fuming
no day or night for me
anthro-out-of-sight caved in
digging in the shaft too far away
to save a sapien with family;
the canary can’t sing and
I can’t cook with methane all around
too tired to write a will but
cook a steak in my honor
charcoal broiled like my coal face
because this
is my last scratch and testament–
dig?
—- Douglas Gilbert
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Dark Barbecue
July 4, 2007 at 8:57 am · Filed under Dark Barbecue
