Ground To Be Moved

 Bret Lundstrom

The undertaker is gone today

Up the hill digging graves

Someone has died?

I’m sorry to hear

As you can see

We are quite busy

The horses and hearse

Have been put to hard use

Their legs are worn

Knees sore, backs bent

Ferrying men to rest

Work to be done

Ground to be moved

How long has he sat?

A day gone and in this heat

What the world does to bodies

Come night time I’m sure

We will drop on by

Pick him up and be off

With the pine box and lantern

Many friends and family?

No? A small service then

I’m sure the reverend

Would be free for a bit

Say a few half-hearted words

And we can settle this

Man into the ground