Grave Work
He thrusts his fist against his mouth
to keep the screams from spilling out,
Wading through the choking stink
he shivers and shakes on madnesses brink,
Clutching hands grip spade and pick
as the last wisps of sanity slip,
STOP STOP STOP
The voices scream into one ear
GO GO GO
Speaks the others a little more clear
My darling babe
Is all he can say
It’s him I need
Is all he can plead
Meek and mild,
He weeps for his child
Through the bleary hurt
The man begins his Grave Work
Copyright © Shawn Gridley | Year Posted 2023
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