Down:
I watched them march on
Standing two by two
Carrying defeat and rejection
And other heavy things they knew
I watched them carry caskets
With their eyes all raw and red
As red as the Poppies in their baskets
A flower of respect to honor the dead
I watched them bury those corpses
One by one they lowered them
Into the dirt with all their remorses
And off they marched; soldiers of grim
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Grave Digger (poems)
PoetryA grave digger sees death every day. He digs up memories, buries the sadness, and covers tragedy with flowers. These are the poems of the grave diggers Enjoy these dark poems
