the hole

it is because of you
that I have taken up
shovel
and spade and hoe
and scraped and speared
the ground until I began
to sink into it
deep, deep, until I began
to sink into it
and the rain has begun to fall
and the rain
has begun to fall
and I have dug up to my waist
and I must only look down
and now I am merely a pair of
eyes
downcast to my unending work
deep, deep, I have almost gone
and the rain has begun to fall
I have almost gone
and I look up, look up
and the heavy raindrops blind me
and I cannot see the top
and the mud has devoured me
deep, deep, I have almost gone
it is
because of you