Blacker than black
by John Clare
There is a black we were told that was blacker
than all the coal that came from the company mine
A black always black for all of time
Worse than the black lungs of miners hacking
Some escaped from those Crumpler black hills
Beyond the black snow covering the death
To anywhere from the black Sabbath killing
Empty pews with few black shrouded widows bereft.
The Pocahontas mine is now but a memory
Company script not worth a wheat penny
Yet still they speak fondly of this entrance to hell
Blacker than black where once the devil did dwell.
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