Grave Digger

I watch you from afar
Working only by moonlight
You're young enough to fight
But you're older than your looks suggest

You're a grave digger in the grave yard
Smuggling bones beneath your cloak
And home early AM
With another pig in a poke

I see you dissemble your devices
My you're a devious soul
She was the size of a hog
And you ate her whole

As you breach each narrow path
Minding Lily & Rose
Such industrious elegance
Like in slow motion, you walk

But woodbines made your lungs bleed
Along with this big cities smoke
Turned your rosy skin sallow
Now you're a disciple of hope

Clutching a bottle of mead
Wishing for a life you could borrow
Beneath your rusting armour
Lies a bouquet of sorrow

And so the governor's cold call comes
No longer will you need to slave
And thy mourners secretly wonder
Did you dig your own grave?

CM Taylor
18/10/2013