(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