The Grave Digger

I met a drunkard and
took pity.
Took him to the water hole. Let the horse drink. He told me

"Ya...Ya know... I...
The feeling.
The Stillness.
Soft dew on the grass... SIlence... in the night.

You still feel all the
mumbo jumbo
all the spiritual questions of
desecration... of religion
and ghosts as you dig into that sad, soft soil...

The fear...
gut deep drench of guilt and fear,
so tight like a suckerpunch, that
You KNOW.
Be it the laws or religions of it all
You're gonna have to pay for what you done. "

I left without paying his tab.