The Gravedigger

Over and over I shoveled the dirt
Digging a hole six feet long, six feet deep,
Wondering who would inhabit this keep,
Wondering who would stand looking and weep.

Over and over I shoveled the dirt
Guessing the name of the body who'd dwell
Deep in the pit I was digging so well.
Would he know Heaven in death or know hell?

Over and over I shoveled the dirt
Thinking it fitting to his mourner's pain
That the clouds joined them in heartwrenching rain.
Maybe he died of old age or was slain...

Over and over I shoveled the dirt
'Til I at last threw the shovel aside
Gazing deep down at the darkness with pride.
Help! But the rain caused my footing to slide.

Over and over I shoveled the dirt.
Now I am trapped and I can not get out.
Now I've uncovered the grave's mystery -
All of this time I was digging for me.