The knowledge acquired by the gravedigger
slowly troubles and plays on the mind:
So old great-grandpa Marcus Woods
without illusions endevored to find
a solution to the problem,
how he and grannie might lay
for their journey into eternity,
he pondered as he dug during the day.
He knew all the gravedigger's failings,
how they regularly turned over 'ole bone '...
then finally it occured to him:
'We'll form a tomb o' brick undergroun'! '
Goodness know how he ever achieved it,
but build it her certainly did,
one on top of the other - thus
together in unperturbed bliss!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem