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 the earth 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.