Diggers

Dig it wide, dig it deep,

Extra work for extra cash.

Heft that pick, shoulder that shovel.

Amble through the headstones grey

Watched by heathered hills,

Watched by carrion crows.

Dig it wide, dig it deep,

Extra cash for extra work.

Orders were clear and crystal

But rocks were hard and rough.

Day job called and glue-pot pub.

Time passed, tock ticked off.

Needed work and needed time.

But day arrived not fine

Undertaker inspected and frowned.

Line of weepers wound across

The ancient bone yard toward

Their handicraft covered green.

Words said and soil scattered

Coffin lowered, respectfully slow.

A hitch! All ushered rapidly away.

Anger boiled as diggers were

Summoned back to fresh grave

And angled coffin stuck so fast.

No, not up! Need exhumation order.

Dig it quick, keep it neat.

Extra work to keep the cash.

Standing on the lid they hacked,

They chopped and scraped away

Till at last it slumped

To find its drunken rest,

An idiosyncratic plant.

Thin faced and bulging eyes

Rapid tongue told them plain

No more work, nor cash

Not here nor circle wide,

No graveyards for this pair

Of moonlighting, apprentice diggers.

Martin Delemare

16^th May 2007

Extract from "Los Muertos"