Dark Barbecue

I curse my flashlight soon to die;
no candle of explosion
can I light
as darkness is fuming

This coal mine knows
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

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert