Maw Shein Win


cave below

tumors of coal


a glint of silver--wild

boys in the river

water to knees

slag heap over there

whether where

men go deeper

links lock dry oil

water hip high

brink of cave

snapped backs

black lung

slip down into

watery shaft and

soft-dark beams

a breathing backwards

winking flame

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