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Digger of the grave
I'm here before the mourners come
Before the first tears shed.
I make a home, An eternal home
The occupant is dead.
In my hands I hold my trade
A spade is all I need.
Like a farmer in the spring
The coffin becomes the seed.
When the ritual draws away
From the shadows I'll make my way.
No words are said, No bow of head
No stopping of the day.
The nameless, faceless humankind
Is in the home I made.
My name is absent from my work
The digger of the grave.
Before the first tears shed.
I make a home, An eternal home
The occupant is dead.
In my hands I hold my trade
A spade is all I need.
Like a farmer in the spring
The coffin becomes the seed.
When the ritual draws away
From the shadows I'll make my way.
No words are said, No bow of head
No stopping of the day.
The nameless, faceless humankind
Is in the home I made.
My name is absent from my work
The digger of the grave.
Published 18th Dec 2015
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18th Dec 2015 1:16pm
wow what a punch in the face! what a closer you laid down here I love it!
The nameless, faceless humankind
Is in the home I made.
My name is absent from my work
The digger of the grave.
Loved the vision you deliver here Cedric well done!
Welcome to Dup btw ")
Zazzles
The nameless, faceless humankind
Is in the home I made.
My name is absent from my work
The digger of the grave.
Loved the vision you deliver here Cedric well done!
Welcome to Dup btw ")
Zazzles
18th Dec 2015 6:39pm
18th Dec 2015 7:27pm
Thanks for the comments. Been writing for years but never thought anyone would read my stuff.
19th Dec 2015 3:42am
