Baked from the sun
Choking on the dust
I smiled at the man
I would never trust
A shovel in his hand
Tired from his work
He said to me these words
I promised to never shirk
His knuckles dripping
Stains clinging to his shirt
“Before you start digging darling
Be sure of the dirt”
There is such a hardness about this poem, to distrust someone who seemingly paid no heed to his own wise words. A disturbing yet brilliant poem. 'Before you start digging be sure of the dirt', I will never forget those words. Excellent!