The Miner's CanaryA Poem by nadia dmitriNow only loved for the value of her deathThe Miner’s Canary has coal in her lungs Her song is polluted, she’s speaking tongues Her sunshine hue is covered in char This kind of darkness won't allow any star Calloused hands stole her, her freedom was clipped Used to find the poison in their cavernous crypt No more fresh air, only venomous breath Now only loved for the omen of her death Her job is to die and act as a warning But her aerial corpse will receive no mourning The men in the cave will abandon their posts Returning to the surface like sediment ghosts A fallen angel in their man-made tomb Becoming the fuel they slave to exhume The Miner’s Canary waits for her demise She dreams of the wind, and closes her eyes © 2024 nadia dmitriAuthor's Note
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