The last story of the gravedigger

He watched the fog roll in from the east,
And watched it disappear into the graves.
A disturbance in the soil, out from which hands did reach

Their empty gut, spilling out, was hungry for a feast
Their bodies showed the rot of many days
He watched the fog roll in from the east

He curiously observed but was scared to say the least
Their bodies moved in unnatural ways
A disturbance in the soil, out from which hands did reach

Leaning on his shovel the work had ceased
The gravedigger could hear their pain
He watched the fog roll in from the east

The living and their flesh was but meat for the beast
Torn by hands, all will be slain
A disturbance in the soil, out from which hands did reach.

He dug a hole for himself, stood inside and released
the bullet which shattered his brain
He watched the fog roll in from the east
A disturbance in the soil, out from which hands did reach.