Resting on Death

The man who sits
Rests on his shovel
Rests on his turmoil
Sleeping on the thing
That brings him worry and pain
Aching muscles tired back
Mental lapse
Death from stress
The heart is hard
The dirt he moves
Packed and covered
Years of grappling
Weight
Compression
Cold And heat
Changing inconsistent
The man who rests
He rests on his death
The shovel to dig his grave
The work he works
To be saved
Forever remains a slave
To be resting on his death

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