‘Dig or die', they said.
I said: 'Is there an alternative to dying? ';
‘Is there a choice to be made? '
‘Isn't dying the beginning of life up there? '
‘And down here isn't life a prelude to death? '
Dig or die or die or dig isn't something big.
The choice was made before.
No need for an encore.
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