A Mine

A thousand animals died on this site

More than a mere thousand years ago

Time and pressure formed a soft fuel

A commodity to use

Turn it into power

Never mind the smoke

Send it skyward

Use it up

Exploit

End

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Dust

This land is girt by sea yet lacks the rain.

So the dam is dry for the first time –

I remember swimming in it.

You dived from the old jetty.

We watered our gardens,

Our lawns became green,

Our wallets fat.

We used it.

No care.

Dust.