The Dark Men
Kenneth is a rural citizen of Hamilton, Ala., and has begun to observe life and certain things and people helping him to write about them.
Iz gets up in de dark; go’s to work in de dark; work in de dark
An’ goes back home in de dark. Iz not by myself.
Iz gest a man with other broke backs . . .
We’ze de Dark Men. Just de dawk ol’ men.
Bloody hands runnin’ o’er de Compun’s lands
Keeps da shoose, da blooze, ah stayin’ out da dough.
Iz gits much coffee, tying my shooz, Iz a Dark Man.
Working in Dawkness makes a leen sumtymes.
Cryin’ dem sad ol’ blues—down heah, dey ain’t no nooze
Gest pick, ‘n shuvel, ‘n timber; takin’ a ton ‘er two tuh lite.
Wez da Dark Men, de brokun ol’ men.
A drank now-n-den, alls Iz been—iz a Dark ol’ man.
Can’t pay de rent; no lettur frum home evuh sent’
Head hung low; no stoppin’, hatin’ to go.
Wez de sorreful men: de sonz of Older Dark Men
Wailin,’ tears-a trailin’, Nuther cave-in kill’d two men.
We crawl de hole when Boss man blows de hoan
We crawl to shantys—pains, death, an’ blues bemone.
Wez de Dark Men.
Gest ol diggin’ men . . .
Gest ol diggin’ men . . .
A Very Personal Moment
This very personal commentary is true. Sadly, very true.
My granddad, Quinton Lee, did his share of coal mining
during some severely-tough times. With a wife and nine
kids to feed, clothe, and be the breadwinner brought laughter
when he dared to say his job was “tough.”
________In Memory of Quint.
Explanation: although the verbiage in this commentary is written in the tongue and slang of those Coal Miners who labored in darkness for most of the times, no intent is given to humiliate or put in a harsh light of these men in the Coal Mines in The Appalachian Mountains, West Virginia, Kentucky, and some far regions in the State of Alabama—circa 1930 – 1955. Thanks, Kenneth.
© 2018 Kenneth Avery
Comments
Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on January 09, 2018:
Hello, Gypsy Rose Lee -- you are too kind, my great friend. Than you so much. I sincerely appreciate you reading and commenting. I dedicated this to my grandpa and all of the Miners in the East, Mid-West, and South.
Thanks again and have a peaceful day or night.
Write me anytime.
Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on January 09, 2018:
Hello, Kari -- you are very observative. This was the idea of this poem, to keep you "trapped," no way out, in a metaphorical sense, and even I felt trapped and WANTED a way out and sadly, "the" way out was death. My granddad, Quint, told my mom and her siblings stories about how dismal the work was in a coal mine, but men in that time had to do what they could to feed their families.
Thanks again and thank you for your sweet words.
Write me anytime.
Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on January 09, 2018:
Hi, Robin -- thank you so much for the nice comment and I am glad that you enjoyed this piece. Is that coffee you are drinking in the photo in your comment?
If so, are you going to share it with me and Kari and RoadMonkey?
Write me anytime.
Robin Carretti from Hightstown on January 09, 2018:
Love the style of this read thanks so much I enjoyed
Kari Poulsen from Ohio on January 09, 2018:
I get the feeling of being trapped reading your poem. I think this is very creative!
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on January 08, 2018:
Most creative tribute to men who labor in the dark.