GRAVEDIGGERS

GRAVEDIGGERS
soft dirt foot print
on a fresh grave,

a death bed

of brown earth

and a few

small stones,

 

shovels lean

on a wooden shed

where inside

two men play cards,

 

soiled fingers

sweaty shirts

the odor of work

in their hair,

they snort

and spit

rising slowly

cursing the heat

and the dead.

 

 

 


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