The Grave

He hammers the earth with a shovel
Anger thunders with every strike
Inside his skull
A funeral
A cold-blooded murder
He hammers the earth with a shovel
Yet, his grave was empty from the start
Someone or something
To forget
A hole in the ground
He hammers the earth
He hammers the earth with a shovel
Beating it all to dust and stone
Beyond recognition
Faceless
Bloodstained soil
He wipes the sweat of his forehead
A strained laughter in the face of dawn
Marks the completion, the end
The last missing pages
Secretly he hammers the earth