Sharp cold steel cuts the earth
and dust smudges an angry face.
Coated with dirt, rising in the dark,
splotchy, pale mien hanging in space.
A cessation of effort to address
An ever present ache, a terrible itch,
a muted display of fury down in the ditch.
Bending back to the task of digging
ever deeper, he stabs the earth.
His angry visage having found a berth,
disappears again, settling ever deeper.