Poetry #114

And so
the gravediggers
dig not
for the
pale bodies
but for
the memories.

There is
no reward
in their
work.

Nothing more
but pain
and heartaches.

They do
not dig
graves for
dead bodies
but part
memories of
the dead
with whom
they have
bonded with.

Mayhaps the
only reprieve
they get
is when
it rains.

What better
way to
hide tears
but under
the guise
of the
crying sky.