Down, down, down
into the hard,
impossible ground 

Cumbersome.
The shovel or 
the weight of herself?

Dig, dig, dig
Sweat dripping
As her soul’s ripping

Escaping.
Hasty intent
Where is she going?

Grip, grip, grip
Caked with the earth,
Surrounded by worms

Settling
Becoming one
With where she began