Sunday, October 27, 2013


                             THE HAWK DOESN'T RECOGNIZE ME

       They cut deep into my belly to reach the coal,
      That ran their engine of life.
      They heard my deep moans and other moans,
      The moans of dead miners and their families.

     Then they took big machines and chopped off my head.
     I screamed so loud I could be heard all around,
     But no one stopped them because they said it was progress.
     Fewer miners died and fewer miners worked.

     I moaned and I screamed,
     But now the hawks doesn't recognize me.
    I am not a mountain any longer or you a miner,
    Neither of us recognize ourselves or the other.

© 2013 by Ed Cooper, Stoney Creek, Tennessee

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