a shiny shovel
digs a trench in the dark.
what it digs for does not protest or grovel,
laying idle beside it.
the shovel descends
lower into the pit it makes,
looking for the end
where one never wakes.
the shovel smiles
as the work is now finished.
the object is dropped in,
to be eternally punished.
the shovel pushes dirt back
over this thing,
that rests in the ground,
waiting and waiting.
the task is done
and the shovel wipes off sweat.
suddenly, out peaks the sun
shining on the ground with regret.
the shovel,
it skips home
as the day begins to start.
tomorrow he'll be back
to work again once it is dark.
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Death
HorrorI watch way too many crime shows. NCIS, Law and Order SVU, Criminal Minds, and Pretty Little Liars gave me this idea, which is totally different from my usually poetry.
