Poems About Miners
Miners
Squatting on haunches under flat caps
semi-strangled by silk mufflers
encased in watch-chained waistcoats
with Institute walls for chair backs
and dark eyes squinting against the light
in between drags on fags and pipe pulls
they poured out their prophecies
to anyone who might listen
Philosophers intellectuals scholars
the Platos and Aristotles
of coal mining
We had no time to stop and listen
for we had joined other factions
we were moving to the new rock and roll
considered their talk outmoded
for youth knew better
disregarded the wizened old men
thought they cut sad figures
but when I returned
to share my own philosophy
they were no longer there
even the benches that replaced
their singular territories
were empty
Geoff Jones
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