Mount Kembla
Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 10:59 am
MOUNT KEMBLA
(The Mount Kembla mine explosion in August 1902 ranks
as one of the worst civil disasters in Australian history.)
The kitchen hearths are cold tonight:
Grief and tears the evening’s fare,
Full bitter bowls of misery
Desperate wives and orphans share.
The trampled paths that wind along
Mount Kembla’s tortured crest,
Now hear the groans of those who go,
Bearing comrades to their rest.
Cold empty graves in long thin lines
Lay grimly waiting to be filled
With the fathers; brothers; husbands;
Precious sons who have been killed.
The womenfolk will cry tonight;
Exhausted men will drink their rum,
The village will reflect upon
How unjustly death has come,
For sorrow knows no boundaries;
Abides no borderline or fence,
But penetrates the hardest heart
And defeats all brave pretence.
Though with the passing of the days
And in a week perhaps or two,
The miners will return to work,
As brave miners always do,
For death and harm, they full well know,
Are stern companions of their trade:
They are the debt all miners owe,
The fearful price too often paid!
(The Mount Kembla mine explosion in August 1902 ranks
as one of the worst civil disasters in Australian history.)
The kitchen hearths are cold tonight:
Grief and tears the evening’s fare,
Full bitter bowls of misery
Desperate wives and orphans share.
The trampled paths that wind along
Mount Kembla’s tortured crest,
Now hear the groans of those who go,
Bearing comrades to their rest.
Cold empty graves in long thin lines
Lay grimly waiting to be filled
With the fathers; brothers; husbands;
Precious sons who have been killed.
The womenfolk will cry tonight;
Exhausted men will drink their rum,
The village will reflect upon
How unjustly death has come,
For sorrow knows no boundaries;
Abides no borderline or fence,
But penetrates the hardest heart
And defeats all brave pretence.
Though with the passing of the days
And in a week perhaps or two,
The miners will return to work,
As brave miners always do,
For death and harm, they full well know,
Are stern companions of their trade:
They are the debt all miners owe,
The fearful price too often paid!