Coins turn the world over
redeemed of heavy lead
We’re orebound like
mountain copper
picking the silver mines instead

A statue stands,
his arm outstretched
pointing towards some tomorrow
and some tomorrow after that.

The sun shifts
across sheen and dint,
reflecting in shadow
metallic buttons on his vest.

Picture the silver heart hidden there in his chest –

Coins turn the world over
redeemed of heavy lead
We’re orebound like
mountain copper
picking the silver mines instead

Breeze sweeps across pines and birches
a blanket of nettles and leaves covers
the spoil tip, the earthen pits
men versus metal under
None have declared victory yet –

Hidden heart – Boys, that’s us in his chest.

Coins turn the world over
redeemed of heavy lead
We’re orebound like
mountain copper
picking the silver mines instead

Coins turn the world over
redeemed of heavy lead
We’re orebound – just
mountain copper
picking the silver mines instead
picking the silver mines instead
picking the silver mines instead

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