Coal
It came from the depths of Earth,
Hewn forth by men’s rude skills.
Now it flames within my hearth
And heavenwards distils.
Long ago it was a tree,
Part of an ancient wood.
Now it burns to render me
The warmth of its life-blood.
It came from the depths of Earth,
A vestige of life gone.
Now it blazes in my hearth,
Its crematorium.
