Dig Poem by James Reed

On a night real late
I took a shovel and a spade
And I dug
Dig dig dig
Dug
Dig dig dig

Dug a deep hole
Six by three
Dug it nice and deep
Deep enough for me

And I dug
Dig dig dig
Dug
Dig dig dig

I uncovered bones from times long gone
Memories under the dead oak tree
I found skeletons still dripping with sin
I found myself smiling back at me

As I dug
Dig dig dig
I dug
Dig dig dig

Before I knew it I'd dug my own grave
Before I knew night turned to day
My hands were covered in blood and grit
But still I dug
Dig dig dig
Dug
Dig dig dig