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Dig, dig, dig and pick

Dig and pick away.

Searching long for gold

Deep beneath the skin,

You shovel lumps to unfold

Trinkets soft as tin.

 

Dig, dig, dig and pick

Dig and pick away.

Rotten things laid neat

Are not worth seeing.

These remains under feet

Just stink amidst the dew.

 

Dig, dig, dig and pick

Dig and pick away.

The grim pile grows enlarged

With each rip and tear

Of good earth discharged

Crumpling in fresh air.

 

Dig, dig, dig and pick

Dig and pick away.

My shade below matches

Yours above, with a thrill

Plumbing deep the scratches

Of rumors through the mill.

 

Dig, dig, dig and pick,

Dig and pick away.

Pearl like sediment,

Ruff ripped like onion

Skins for your intent

To pilfer and pry in.

 

Dig, dig, dig and pick,

Dig and pick away.

Unconsecrated

Ground, unblessed by your

Holy hands, not sacred

Enough though I implored.

 

Dig, dig, dig and pick

Dig and pick away.

This corpse no half-life

Offers, radiating

A poisonous strife

Not worth mediating.

 

Dig, dig, dig and pick,

Dig and pick away.

Exhuming flesh of

The long-lost dead for

Wind to blow above

Your head was just a bore.

 

Dig, dig, dig and pick

Dig and pick away.

Now aching and sore

Remains scattered free

You’re tired from the chore.

Want to rest with me?

 

Dig, dig, dig and pick

Dig and pick away.

Low down and dirty,

Interred in a hurry

While they take their tea

Without a worry.

 

Dig, dig, dig and pick

Dig and pick away.

Not a thought is spared

My sweet, morbid dear

For when your grave is bared.

Instead I’ll drink a beer

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