The Lamp Cabin.

[cornirog]

The Lamp Cabin.

A first job - just
fifteen
amongst men
freed from a
crushed existence in
coalmines.

Old miners - now
cleaning lamps
filling Davy’s
with kerosene wiping
off the dust and clay.

Jack - with his toothless
smile and deformed
creased head -
some things you just
don’t ask.

Dusting
down the shelf’s
burning the lamps
of men not
turned in
today -
for what ever
reason.

It was Dixie I overheard
saying:
“The roofs bad on 101’s
Jack – real bad”
and violently spits
a plume of dark
tobacco juice onto the
hard floor-

me - just fifteen
years old wide eyed
a voyeur
to all their trepidations
and fears.