Death in the mines: disasters and rescues in the anthracite coal The neighbor dies. So You’re Above You draw the drapes and use your stained hands as tools to make a tunnel out of the sheet. You point down into it and say, That’s the coal seam you follow when you run the miner, a huge machine like a dozer with tracks. It's got bits on it, that’s what cuts coal. The roof could collapse until its bolted. You close up the earth by smoothing out the sheet. There was a hole under his ear and a cut on his back Maybe in the walls I could find a fossil, one like a mouth or ear twisted together. Someone pressed their ear to the dirt wall, maybe. I pressed my ear to that dirt wall, maybe, when I first started. I touched you with my hand, dirt fell on your hair. Color strips from your eyes as your pupils grow.
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