Angel of the blue lake

The mines had collapsed
and all the fathers and sons had perished under trembling earthed being
in landslide and as soon as every breathed hole had been repaired into spirit only by soil the giant ring of the angel raised
from a hidden blue lake in the centre of the earth collecting every soul handled
in hand and winched them to the surface above the sky.
Their tiny fingerprints kissed
keys to heaven speaking worlds of dialect to their grieving wives and mothers, sisters and brothers, aunties and uncles, granddad's and grandmas, Nanas and papas.