The Grave Digger Poem by Nero CaroZiv

I am a quite, humble, honest and very generous man
who likes to aid people around as much as I can
And I should not be utterly, viciously despised for my vocation
Just because I am a dignified grave digger by profession

Indeed, I do not desire or wish on anyone the dead
People should live long and loved with relatives side by side
Pure life with no baseness, shame or sin to hide
But if no one dies? how shall I pay my debts I dread

I pray and mourn any human that rests below
And as the grasses in the cemetery in the stenchy wind wave
I passionately take care of every written stone grave
In passing the dirt and dust, I sweep and blow

I never wrong a grave with fears and tears untrue
Nor can I be blamed for carrying on my job with no faith
People have to understand; there must be wisdom and sense in death
Life cannot continue forever, once we all must be thru

And yet even death is natural people find but faults in my case
I have never been saluted or greeted in a friendly grace
They pass me by without leaving any salute or embrace
In a sublime whisper to each other: Here come the funeral face

For I am near you when your light is in halt
when the blood creeps, and the nerves tingle and prick
And the heart heavily throbs with thuds it is overused; tattered and sick
And all the world comes to a close; the wheels of being thwart

Come with me at night within the cemetery walls
When the moon light shines on time wracked besmeared stones
And watch those who lie with legacies and dreams dead, unfulfilled, unborn
As the lunar splendor stretches its shadows and lingers as it falls

Those who lie beneath their fancies and fears
when alive, sorrow and grief dug deepening down
And with muffled motions blindly drown
The agony and anguish of their life in tears.

People hate me with deep unexplained rancor and loath
Because I am a grave digger though in truthful oath
And I am upset, full of anguish and misery
Impossible to get a friend, were it not better not to be

Can't they understand all human things are subject to decay
Life do not go forever upon the land
For every beginning at its birth, there is an end
When fate summons, even monarchs must obey

We all as humans of any color or faith
Hold common scorn and defame to eternal death
The creaking sound of cords lowering us down
As earth returns back to earth with no rising dawn







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