gone

Stuck underground for sixty-nine days

in this thirty-three of us lay.

Unable to move or shout,

all limp and lame

suffering from terrible gout,

above ground things will never be the same.

A daughter born, 

wives - mothers are forlorn

the scorching heat

how are we upbeat? 

contracts to sign when we 

escape this mine.

And reunite with our

mothers, daughters, wives.