Under Ground

The shovel was outside the door,
waiting to be picked up.
Brand new from the factory.
Its future was already set,
into the ground
burying corpses.

Bruised from dirt.
horrofic memories consile it
as its placed under empty light.
Images come of the many people
it has buried.

Its job soon is to an end.
Rust takes over the metal,
breaking away into pieces
of heartbreaking stories.
Of the people under ground.