Graveyard Man Poem by David Thomas

Graveyard Man
i remember you
wearind your black trenchcoat
and those dark, muddy boots
the expression of dismay and disbelief
constantly plastered on your face
Graveyard Man i remember you
the way you walked with a limp
and the shovel you always carried
i remember your tombstone monument
the one you built from scratch
i remember it so well
because you made it for my closest friend
his name engraved in stylish marble toppings
with an ivy chain obscuring only a part
Graveyard Man
you and your trusty shovel
all the work you've done
i know that many years youv'e lingered here
and i remember seeing you years later
on the tenth year reunion
and how you still walked with a limp
i remember those same muddy boots
drenched with things other than earth
i left you a giftbox, wrapped in a daylight blue
and a lush grass green
tied elligantly on your stoop to await you when you return home
i found out three months later
you never made it home,
i just want you all to know
that Mr. Graveyard Man
although i don't know his name
was always so amazing
in his work and his life
so do me a favor and someone better suited
please give him these new boots,
as my going away present.