evelyn.
evelyn enters the forest
as tears from her eyes
mix with the drops of water
falling from the sky.
“oh my God, he was my love
he was my existence.
i hate you my God,
you took him in an instance.”
but her god does not answer
and she falls to her knees,
folds her arms against her chest:
a flesh shield against the breeze.
“sunrise through sunsetÂ
he worked in that hole.
my God, he worked so hard
to rid this earth of its coal.”
“‘plus de charbon’,
the men in suits would say.
so deeper my love dug
or else they would not pay.”
“but my God he went so far
and the walls they all caved in.
him and his closest friends
were buried as a kin.”
“rhondda valley consumed my love,
and the river shall now take me.
my love i am coming
for where you are is where i must be.”
evelyn crawled to the river
her body it fell in.
she took a breath of water
as her face formed one last grin.
