Los Mineros pulled from the Platonic Cave,
cast parting gazes at their shadow-world
inside the Earth, the same that generates
precious metals, oil, and rich jewels.
Their old Poet who collected Shells looks
on, Patron Saint Neruda of Miners,
factory workers, lovers; he composed books
by their Light as did Jara, Allende,
Violeta, Nicanor, and among
them Sad Vallejo. Hurry, rush, time comes
quickly. A second Umbilicus sends
its everlasting twine to pull them from
their dungeon--the sunken men emerge—
as an Omen of a new resurgence.