Diggin Again.

Back on another hill.
Got an old rusted shovel.
Handles dry rotted.
An splintered.
Hands; blistered! bloody! Raw!
All the way down.
I zone out an question god.
Sun so hot,
I am thirsty an starving.
Feel spontaneous on the surface.
Breathless, arms an legs are going numb!
Traped outside on the iron rocks.
Feeling half dead.
Watching the shadows of nine buzzards encircling a halo above me.
I laugh out loud!
An said Fuck You!
Not today!
Got to get these graves open before dusk.
Or we will be dust.
We will all dance with death.
One Day.....
That is to be.
Hurry up boy!
Were running out of Fucking daylight!
I got to get home!
Fuck You !
I live in my car!
I can dig all night long an party to you Fucking rich cocksucker!
Get to digging!
Looks like I'm digging in the mud an rocks an thru tree roots.
All FUCK now a thunderstorm rolling in.  
Now the Fucking boss is sitting in his truck laughing at me an smoking crack.
Out of no where lighting strikes an tree an it falls on the truck
Killing the boss.
I'm blinded. Hands are bloody. I feel like death rolled over....
I can't see. I'm blinded.
I can't hear. I'm deaf.
The world is now black an silent.

Based on true event  
my hearing an eyesight came back, horrible moment at work.