Appalachian Apostles Poem by Marc G. Auber

Appalachian Apostles



Twelve miners must fade.
A new year without their hands.
Last words penned amid gases.
Thousands cherish dripped tulips.


(06 Jan 06)

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Marc G. Auber

Marc G. Auber

Wheeling, W. Va.
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