I must dig this grave,
And dig it deep,
In the setting sun's light.
To prevent the creatures of the night,
To in creep,
And take for their own keep,
Pieces of our precious friend,
Who rests now in eternal sleep.
This grave houses his body,
Which now lies rotting.
His body returns from whence it came.
It now feeds the trees,
Whose parts were recycled stars,
As we all are.
So I dig the grave,
Pick axe and shovel,
Over and over.
I dig it deep,
Six feet down,
Where my friend of 18 years will sleep.
I dig by myself in the growing dark.
Once it's done I lift his stiff body,
And lay it down,
Deep underground.
My old friend,
Who'll never move again.
My tears won't spill.
Never have, never will.
I don't have time to cry,
To my friend I must say goodbye.
I lay flowers around his body.
Then I cover him with dirt.
Pain won't seep in,
I won't let it hurt.
I lay down the headstone,
Carved before,
I've known this is coming,
He's been ill for some time.
Once it's down I go inside,
I lay down and almost close my eyes.
Through my eyelid's crack,
I can see by sister looking back.
But she has nothing to say.
After all, what do you say,
To a girl,
who's been digging graves all day?
