Before Rescue by Suzanne E. Berger

(for the Chilean miners)

Dark is their dog, their rice, their silent radio
Their wife now, their plows

Darkness, the hunger,
the ragged wind that visits the cave

Dark, who has taught light to move away —
From the corners, is darkness ready to speak?

Say something, they plead

Darkness,the empty bowl of night

that covered trees,
trees shimmering by day near their houses

They can hardly remember trees

Darkness,the after and before,
the empty portal

The axis now, their warden

Dark now becoming the darkest deity:

Dark, thou must let us go