Closing the Mine

when the last specks
of metal, profit, dignity
have been wrung
from the ground
and the backhoes,
the bosses, the canaries
go home there is
naught left but those
hangers-on who still
believe the correct rock
split in two will make
this area rich again

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise ( and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in El Portal, Blood Moon Rising, and PTMN.TEAU, among others. Read other articles by Robert.