Digging A Hole Poem by Randy McClave

I dug a hole in the ground
Then I looked to see what was found,
Besides digging up rocks and dirt
I was curious what else was hidden in the earth.
With my shovel I dug more and more
As if I were digging to the earth's core,
I found forgotten metals and wood fragment there
Also buttons, coins and jewelry for someone's hair.
I thought I was digging up maybe a mystery
Digging up a forgotten history,
And then the more that I sweated and dug
The more I looked and perspired and did shrug.
I then found pieces of glass
And other objects that were once high class,
And fabric fragments from a person's clothing
In my shovel in the dirt it was exposing.
Then as I shoveled up some more rocks and stones
Then I shoveled up some forgotten bones,
And then finally with my last huff and puff
I decided then that I had dug deep enough.
Then and there I finally finished all the digging
Then I got out of the hole to hook up the rigging
I hooked up the casket without the soul
Then I lowered the casket in its 8 foot deep forever hole.

Randy L. McClave