I am from the skeleton of coal mines
Soot and tobacco
And men who don’t say much
I am from venison stew
Knife handles carved from…
Damn, Christopher, this one is excellent. I’ve read and re-read it countless times; each is no less striking. I love the phrasing, the use of line breaks and space in the poem to accentuate the word choice, the stunning imagery, all of it. It was honestly hard for me to find ways it could improve.