The coal mine is a sunken ship The shaft a burnt river, everyone cahined to the oars of a Roman war ship You see the outline of the ageless Spinx, smell the perfume of Nubian Queens What's a fair wage forlungs that will ripen into metal lunch boxes? Your once pretty face but a reflection of a starless night now.... Your two dollar smile scares the young ones A century of progress stays hidden in the wood pile, the rain false indigo At school kids are taught that Elvis is just a .29 stamp Whatever is important to us disappears into the wilderness of the elventh hour This poem ignores the days without end, the sacred harmony of Blue Grass The spare change which is the story of our livesBirth sign: Taurus
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