Suspicious Grave and Digger

A beckoning hurt hand Something to understand And then try to withstand Or, else, vacate one’s stand… ‘’See, I’m badly bleeding, My ignorance pleading, That it be told the truth And nothing but whole truth About this grave of Ruth! That had caused Frank a tooth! ‘’Does grave wish to be dug? We could off the stuff shrug, I leave with what I have Cleanly sure I won’t starve! Soon, a self-pitying head Wanting pillow and bed, Not Greg’s guiltless bloodshed…. Greg, who shall next week wed.