Rescate!

Chile’s Atacama Desert,
Barren land but full of menace.
Miners there in much discomfort,
Waiting months to reach the surface.

Peril, though, came not from rescues
In a claustrophobic capsule.
When it made its topside breakthroughs,
There, perchance, began a hassle.

Which to first embrace? Their loved ones?
Anxious book or TV agents?
What’s more crucial? Love or Zillions?
Dangerous work or stony silence?

Ponder. What they sought and got are
Polish for their boots, and hair gel.
Shampoo, too, but for the boudoir,
Or a lust to be immortal?

Oy yoy yoy, decisióneses,
Better net or gross percentage?
Best, perhaps, protect cajones,
Reputación and marriage.

Broadcasts beamed all afternoon or
Morning somewhere on the planet
Bienvenidos, stirring outpour.
Dry eyes broadcast hearts of granite.