That night the ground was soggy
Like freshly mixed cement
Two men stood by an open grave
One tall and one bent
The fog around them lifted
By the light the lantern lent
The bent man was a preacher
The holiest man in town
He was praying for the girl
Who was laying in the ground
His folded hands were bloody
And he didn't make a sound
His old friend the gravedigger
Was standing right behind
He was humming a little tune
Like he didn't seem to mind
Being wakened after midnight
To treat his friend so kind
"Thank you" said the preacher
As he finished up his prayer
"And for you to keep this quiet
I'll double your normal fare"
The gravedigger smiled darkly
And breathed in the cold night air
The gravedigger said "Don't worry
We'll take care of this, you'll see
I'll bury all your problems
And for my regular fee
I dig a hole, I fill a hole
It's all the same to me"
The preacher nodded his head at that
And then began to sob
Relieved that his old friend
Only cared about his job
Now he could go and find another
Innocent life to rob
The gravedigger, he kept humming
and lifted his shovel high
He said "This time's a little different
Let me tell you why
You'll be with her in that grave tonight
Before we say goodbye"
The gravedigger brought the shovel
Down on the preacher's head
The skull, it split wide open
And the grave it filled with red
As he kicked the preacher into the hole
Here's what the gravedigger said
You should be more careful
who you pick for your twisted aims
The woman you are lying on
Happens to have my last name
I should have stopped you sooner
And for that I take the blame
I dig a hole, I fill a hole
To end your wicked game
Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers