Thunder
From
the Hills
A
Spring afternoon
like any other
in this West Virginia
coal camp.
Then, a subtle tremble,
an odd stillness…
And the awful bleating cry
of the company alarm.
And
the air is black
with our fear and grief.
“Moma,
when's papa comin’
home tonight?”
17”
kneeling
Cernit, Super Sculpey
March, 1998
