Gravedigger
By Tom Stanley



Forever quiet;
The wind blows,
But it makes no sound. 
A cloudless sky;
Hazy with city smog,
And humidity. 
A scorching day;
Hotter than hell,
Pure liquid heat. 
The sun beats down on me;
I stand so very tired,
Sweating like crazy. 
I dig this hole;
Six feet deep,
So deep yet so shallow. 
I work away;
Until one day,
The hole I dig may be my own.