He hammers the earth with a shovel

Anger thunders with every strike

Inside his skull

a funeral

a cold-blooded murder.

he hammers the earth with a shovel

yet, his grave was empty from the start

someone or something

to forget

A hole in the ground

He hammers...

he hammers the earth with a shovel

beating it all to dust and stone

beyond recognition

faceless

bloodstained soil

he wipes the sweat of his forehead

a strained laughter in the face of dawn

Marks the completion, the end

The last missing pages

Secretly he hammers the earth.