In the words of the ditch digger:
The winds push the sand
The sand fills the holes
Crippled
Skin worn away
Bloodied
Digging his grave
His father
His father's father
He buried his family
He murders his brother
He eyes the company
We hold out the seeds
Despite his thirst
He spits at our feet
He stares as we depart
A shell of a man
His last words never heard
As his lungs fill with sand
Ditch digger
Getting stiff
Drawing flies

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