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V. HOLAN
(Born 1905)
THE ACCIDENT
As when a dealer tests
A penny, silently—
A cloud eats out the moon.
And yet there lies on me
The thought of those who live,
And those on whose design
To work, a shadow fell,
Of terror in the mine.
God led you often through
The shaft where draughtily
Now moves the cage; sent down
The last time, hopelessly.
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