I’ve Sold My Soul


I’ve sold my soul
To blackened coal
They say I’ll roll in gold
Yes, in gold we are told

By the rail tracks
My homestead stacks
As wagons trundle
Black gold bundles

School bays
Along highways
The power trucks roll
With loads of coal

And sleepless nights
Trundling wagons
Through summers bright
And all the seasons

Sneezing fits
And gasping breaths
Childrens sprints
Deathly feats.

Shrivelled lies
The land of greens
Murky dark rise
Waves o’er the reefs