I know all of your needs
You who is six foot four
Of a metre deep pit
Have no worry you’ll fit.
I am a grave digger;
Of the age old kind
One who let your body grow
As grass, plant and trees
I tend not schoolyards
Where you grew old
But these graveyards
Where flesh turns bones
These moments of last embrace
Of earth, body with no grace
I give you all honour
As much as one he who never got, can
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