(Poem) Digging Our Own Dirt

When we are little a mud puddle is such joy

We stomp and splash and we make such noise

Digging in the dirt we can make castles and forts

Just pee in the Moats to keep the bad guys at bay

With age our childish games are just a memory

Now we slave beneath the ground for shiny stones

We drill for the Permian Stench till we can’t breathe

Now Black Lung is all we get for so little of a wage

The Earth holds the secrets we refuse to learn from

We dig and we dig until all the good in us has died 

Digging in the Earth is no longer a childish thrill

Now family digs the hole that our carcass will fill