Hunger

What was there left
to do? I felt the stackrock,
roofslick and shaly.
Saw mica sparkle
in the clay. It heaved
bottom up, cracked
like a spine, coal ribs
limed in dust.
Small specks of flame.
What was there left
to do? I ate the crumbs
from my dinner pail
looked into the dark
turned into a bear.