The Irreverent Gravedigger

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The gravedigger leaned on his shovel,

glaring up at the sun,

annoyed.

Sweat made dirt trails down his dusty face,

drenching his shirt

wet.

He was digging a hole for a lady,

cursing her for her

girth.

Pool-sized grave for the fatty, he mused,

chuckling at his mean

jest.

His shovel hit a metal pipe,

breaking through

unconcerned.

Water flooded swiftly,

turning dirt into

mud.

His legs stuck to the mire,

anchoring them in

place.

The dark liquid silenced his protests,

filling his irreverent

throat.