the grave digger
a man of silence in a place of silence
the cutter of grass and weed
a mole of the soil
the maker of perfect depth
and symmetry
i defy the rain,the heat,
the snow and ice of winter
i am your last contact
with this place of air
the lair maker
preparing your place
and then i blend into the shadows
till steel to soil
twist,turn and fill
as i think of you and not of you
and there,you are gone
earth to box and box
to mould
and dust
to all things and nothing at all
i am the grave digger......dave hobbs |
