“Black as coal they fell to their knees
For no one could hear their pleas
They wheezed and wheezed until no more
For the air they breathed was poor.”
(M. Moise in Ode to the miners)
Colfontaine (B)
An empty storage rack but stars and dreams on the wall
Hopeless sadness in a green oasis
The joy of animals in the middle of demolition
"I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God..."
(W. Whitman in Song of Myself, no. 32)
Aachen (D)
