RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Ratio of Major Sil When All the Ore Has Gone
When all the ore has seen the light
And each ton met the crusher.
With silver and her baser mates sold
From a mill that no longer matters.
When Silvermex has mined its last,
Its owners long departed,
With cleanups done, some peace will come;
Some things back where they started.
When the ore’s all gone, a memory,
Men will talk of fortunes made
Up there, down deep, in Sierra Madre
As they siesta in the shade.
But mingling with their voices
Come others, one can hear.
Voices heard across the valley floor
Hostile posters from yesteryear.
Though this chart’s done and the mine shut down,
One hears jousting in the lists,
For t’is still not settled who was right,
“Chart”, or “Fundamentalist”.
(Dedicated to Bogapet and Mudcreeker)