The Dredging Machine

With my shovel in hand
I will uproot the land.

I will curse at the dying sun
for all that is left undone,
I will bore into the earth
and hope to escape my dearth,
I will sift through the dirt
and my eyes will not avert,
I will dig an open channel
that will never be dismantled.

And with my shovel in hand
I will uproot the land.

I will curse at the dead sun
for all that is left undone,
I will excavate the ruins
and bore out my new tomb,
I deepen a hole and make wide
and crawl down to lay inside,
I cover in soil and regret,
but soon the world will forget.

And while laying beneath land
I now go to sleep to remand.