A human walks across the plains

Ground beneath them harsh and hale

They go forward, take no stops

As the dirt begins to drop

Mind is focused, merely frowning

They push forward, ground abiding

It goes deeper, deeper, deeper

Bodies buried by the reaper

A hole in earth is gaping

Carved by hands of its own baby

Eyes locked forward, mind uncaring

Corpses litter path of many

Earth now weeps, drowned in sorrow

And its humans seem near hollow

Proud of living, of their breathing

As if death still has a meaning