goneA Poem by james l navasStuck underground for sixty-nine days in this thirty-three of us lay. Unable to move or shout, all limp and lame suffering from terrible gout, above ground things will never be the same. A daughter born, wives - mothers are forlorn the scorching heat how are we upbeat? contracts to sign when we escape this mine. And reunite with our mothers, daughters, wives.
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Added on February 17, 2016 Last Updated on February 17, 2016 Tags: mine, chile, disaster, emotional, survival, mining, miners, international, true-story, people, mining disaster, Chilean disaster, rescue, NASA Author
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