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.
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