There is stained red, old blood
all through the soil
in the mountains all around.
Planted by the dead
who worked the coal mines
at its frail peak.
Blood spilled by the working man
who were trying to shelter and food
their families in company owned,
raggedy homes built below.
The workers walked in the shafts
every day knowing they may
never walk back out.
Fear of collapses, washouts
or walking out dead with black lung.
The government man bought
by the company man,
so there were no safe paths
or extra dollars to make
the mountains safe.
Everyone ignored the workers inside.
The dead buried where they lay,
unrecognizable with bloated faces
and shattered bones
when they could not breathe
Families watching the door,
knowing when it did not open
the company would take their home
for another worker family .
All the while, loved ones
would only add to the
darkened blood on the mountain.
May 9, 2017
Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2017