A Poem by james l navas

Stuck underground for sixty-nine days
in this thirty-three of us lay.
Unable to move or shout,
all limp and lame
suffering from terrible gout,
above ground things will never be the same.
A daughter born, 
wives - mothers are forlorn
the scorching heat
how are we upbeat? 
contracts to sign when we 
escape this mine.
And reunite with our
mothers, daughters, wives. 

© 2016 james l navas

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Added on February 17, 2016
Last Updated on February 17, 2016
Tags: mine, chile, disaster, emotional, survival, mining, miners, international, true-story, people, mining disaster, Chilean disaster, rescue, NASA


james l navas
james l navas

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A Poem by james l navas