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The Gravediggers
Patiently they waited,
Watching each of us exert
Just a modicum of effort
As we shoveled up some dirt.
Every toss drew all attention
As the soil came raining down,
‘Til the coffin top was covered
With a blanketing of brown.
Then the diggers picked the pace up
But they paused while words were said,
The familiar farewell speeches
To a person newly dead.
Next machinery took over
As we slowly walked away
And the workers did the job
For which they earned their weekly pay.
How bizarre to be a witness
Every day to people’s grief.
When the grave is filled and patted down,
It must be a relief.
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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