bells echoing into the mist.
i must dig and dig and dig.
a life trapped in a small wooden box,
will soon and surely, forever be lost.

the bells ring, someone breathing alive again
grave diggers throwing soil
right over old and sore shoulders.
down and down and down they must go.

the bells ring again,
alive in my head,
memories buried, now suffocating,
i must unpack, all of the rot.

i pull the string,
and here the dull and quiet ring,
quick breathes, light descends
and I let death take me again.

When someone works as a gravedigger,                                                                He never gets scared anytime                                                                                 Simply because his heart is made of iron                                                               Although he is a human being anytime ...                                                             Digging graves  is not any work ,but                                                                    It's a work to those who make it as a career                                                          To themselves and to their families anytime ...                                                      Dead people need gravediggers to bury them,so                                                  They get permanent houses for themselves ...                                                        Death is inevitable anytime , Then a suitable tomb must be ready                                                                 For the dead people anytime .............                                                                 Without gravediggers,then                                                                                 There will be no tombs for the dead ...