Red Eyes (a poem)

Cemeteries only frighten me in daytime
When gravediggers drop fresh corpses
Below the dirt, with the worms

The gravediggers are you and I
We’ve been doing this all day
In sticky summer heat
Sweat dripping into red eyes

Our eyes are red because
We are Devil’s children
And everyone in this cursed town
Is dead – we bury them now,
Just like the last town –

Then we move on,
And do it again.

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