Has Anyone Thanked the Gravedigger
You go home dead tired at the end of a thankless day.
Everyone is thanked except you. No one gives you a blink.
Or a nod or a think at all. You are a gravedigger.
People run from you as if you are the grim reaper
Or at the least a leper.
You are taking a risk with each body, and there are many.
No one understands how this virus is spread, it might be
more radiantly spread post death than pre-death.
You have been coughing for two days now.
Your throat is closing up. Has anyone said thank you?
Let me be the first then, before it is too late
and one of your co-workers starts coughing after
burying the part of you that is left behind when
your soul gets released.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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