:

My grandfather stood here
and saw this bit of past happen.
A mountain as big as this one

faced him, pleaded with him to intervene,
but his protest days were long over,
he’d worked inside her, breathed her dust
and hardly had breath enough to watch

a dozen diesel diggers eat her up. Not
a bungalow on that estate has a coal fire;
North Sea gas has put anthracite to death.