Voices from The Void

Recently nine miners have perished, six in Utah and three in Indiana. This is for those who have lost their lives, their friends and families left behind to mourn them, and to their fellow miners who risk their own lives unselfishly to rescue their fallen mates.

Voices From The Void
by
E C Wesch

Honey-eyed and innocent, with sweet untroubled dreams.
Untainted by the horrors of life's horrific scenes.
But within the course of just a sec. life's changed from white to black.
Now innocents is shattered, and tears fill up a sack.

Estranged by those who comfort, they cry those empty tears.
Seek solace from the magnitude that generates their fears.
The silence, it was fractured, by a thousand broken bones.
'Neath a chiseled, crumbling mountain, by tons of blackened stones.

Hear the voices from the void where death awaits the dieing.
Buried in an ebony tomb while those above are crying.
Each subtle quavering voice, a whisper, no one can hear.
Sapping life and energy from those that are held dear.

A horror of such magnitude is buried 'neath the ground.
'though cameras lowered in the hole sees no one else around.
No pounding pipes in answer to the trembling crowd who waits.
Neither sound, nor any movement, bring an answer of their fates.

For days on end the workers try to free the fallen crew.
Night and day has now become, like one and one are two.
Now two and two have multiplied facing a burden of despair.
And three more lives have perished, under tons of choking air.

In silent prayer the mourners wail in agony for the nine.
As floral tributes now adorn the entrance to the mine.
The dangers, always present, contaminates the scenes.
Yet on and on the heroes fight, for all their hopes and dreams.