Grave Robbery

My shoveling efforts
Were a weary
And death-bound cause

Dealing in earth
A defiler
Of long lost years

By nightly fog
I seethed with hunger  
To relive
To restore
The asylums of old  

Yet I reaped
Only torrents
Of dingy sweat

Fruitless, hollow
And tumbling
Fated
For my own grave
Of endless remorse