Grave digger
Johnclarestokes
He sits drinking
Dark roast like
There is nothing better to do
They say the rain is coming
the clouds of mid blue
seem to bear witness to
contradiction
and he contemplates
where the graves go
how deep the angled hole
It just doesn’t seem time
but the dark roast is gone
Time to find the craftsman
spade with the lifetime
warranty and commence
To bury
for he’s a grave digger
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