Lift inspector

The lift’s darkness is water in quarry pit
His eyes take bath in it, in the leaning.
The lift mimes the silence of mine in flood
Around faces in an excruciating black coal
As they die of rushing waters of a silence.
They gurgle in the waters in rising bubbles,
Mining its silence and inspector looks on.

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