Breathing dust
in the darkness,
my grandfather,
straining muscles,
til the cave in.
What happened next
no one knows,
cept his spirit moved on.
Sometimes I imagine him,
a man who took
his ill friends shift,
to never return home.
What do I carry of him?
Would I take my brothers/sisters shift?
Would I walk into the darkness?
Would I breath
in the dust of earth?
Yes, dear grandfather,
I will take my brothers/sisters shift.
I will walk into the darkness.
I will breath
in the dust of earth.
All One 