a rain blackened sky crept the first grey light
heralded the dawn and the demise of night,
in that instant when a new day was born,
strident bell left the silence torn.
stirred irritably 'neath the cotton sheets,
the rain splashed mercilessly on the cobbled streets.
incumbent rose from his bedraggled bed,
matted with blood on his weary head.
donned the grease stained coverall
ventured down the icy hall.
washed his face and combed his hair,
reflected image screamed back despair.
weeks he had fought this fight
he be wrong, were the others right?
swelled in his bone weary chest,
he be wrong, what about the rest?
gambled all on this long strike
such deprivation, he'd not known the like.
shook his head to clear his brain
stepped out into the pouring rain.
shoulders hunched and collar high,
sallied forth for one more try.
strike for him came to an end,
a rain soaked road and a dangerous bend.
car collided with a tree
ending this poor miner's misery.
man would never strike again,
lay inert in the pouring rain.
fought the fight right to the end,
that rain, that tree, that bend.