By the intense breath of the miner's lamp light

my mind is focussed, body as mind

supported by a thought so strong

it becomes my essence, my reasoning. 

 

Bring light and love to her I say

a pause for the light then:

bring light and love to her I say

intoned for a seamless eternity

while the unwavering eye watches me. 

 

I can see the master planner in the small anteroom

his green loose workwear as he stands and we sit

to hear a resume, the results of fasting,

of internal investigations, listening to his

measured tone of guarded optimism. 

 

The photographs, booklet of explanations

we take away down drawn out corridors to the exit.

Now we wait for the next move.