Kay Sutcliffe
First released on: Trawler, 1994
it stands so proud, the wheel so still a ghostlike figure on the hill it seems so strange there is no sound now there are no men underground what will become of this pit-yard where men once trampled, faces hard tired and weary, their shift done never having seen the sun will it become a sacred ground foreign tourists gazing round? asking if there once worked here way beneath the pit-head gear empty trucks once filled with coal lined up like men on the dole will they ever he used again or left for scrap just like the men? there'll always be a happy hour for those with money, jobs and power they'll never realise the hurt they cause to men they treat like dirt