et erit lux

In the misty dark October skies, that hover above

The mine shafts that lead to the dim lit tunnels

Where fires once burned

Where fires still burn

Fires burn

Burn

The best thing to come from a mine, is the miner

When will we learn?

Lungs blacker than the past

trees on a cloudy sleepless night

How many lives to power a city? To power a home?

How many homes to deepen the pockets those in the city?