The gravedigger

Up to his neck

Flinging black dirt over his shoulder

It was about 5:30 when I went

By the cemetery

And noticed him

He looked like he’d been digging

For hours

The piles were high

On every side

It was sunset when

I went by again

Driving the other way

Surprised to see

That there was no grave in sight

By Diane E. Dockum

© April 24, 2017