[ WP ] A grave digger meets a body snatcher . Describe their exchange and conflict .

Digging up graves is quiet work 
 I rarely hear a sound 
 But for the satisfying scoop 
 As my shovel hits the ground 
 
 Tonight seemed just the same to me 
 Until, at my usual whiskey break 
 I could have sworn I saw a shadow move 
 Across the graveyard lake 
 
 I went back to work, shaken now 
 Hurrying to unearth my prize 
 As I heave the last bit of dirt up 
 My shovel is seized by a man twice my size 
 
 `` What the hell do you think you're doing?'' 
 I yell, rage steeling my nerves. 
 But nothing comes from the pale young man, 
 Who simply stands and observes 
 
 My stomach is queasy with worry 
 Then a flood of guilt and dread 
 Have I finally met my punishment 
 For borrowing from the dead? 
 
 Okay, borrowing is a bit euphemistic 
 I've been a regular graveyard thief 
 But the precious jewels these people leave 
 With the dead are beyond belief 
 
 Is St. Peter really going to give a hoot 
 That Mother matches the pearly gates? 
 Would n't that string of pearls be better 
 Used getting me out of dire straits? 
 
 I have n't been to church since childhood 
 Stopped going at age 7 
 But I do n't recollect Jesus ever saying 
 You can buy your way into heaven 
 
 So are n't all these treasures better spent 
 On a night out, a nice dinner, for me? 
 What's a girl to do when she's meant for finer things 
 But she's born to a dirt-poor family 
 
 I do n't suppose you'll hear my plea, Lord 
 I can see your angel shifting his weight 
 Ready to hold me accountable 
 And I guess it's time I learned my fate 
 
 `` Ahem.'' A gentle cough, he sounds nervous 
 Not at all how I expected 
 Righteous angels should boom and bluster 
 When castigating the rejected 
 
 He anxiously shifts and I do too 
 The quiet anticipation somehow worse 
 I'd rather know straight out 
 What price I pay, what is my curse? 
 
 I decide I must approach or die 
 No longer can I wait 
 When his mouth hesitantly opens 
 `` Sorry..I hopped the g..g..gate'' 
 
 `` It's alright,'' I murmur hesitantly 
 `` But tell me, at last, why are you here? 
 I can take it, I must know 
 Is redemption as impossible as I fear?'' 
 
 `` Redempt....ti..tion?'' He stutters slowly 
 His dark eyes look nothing but confused 
 Just now I notice, by his side 
 A body bag and shovel, both unused 
 
 `` You take the j..j..jewels, for money, right?'' 
 He asks, seeing my gaze. 
 `` That's right, I say. `` I pawn it off. 
 We've all got bills to pay!'' 
 
 I offer a friendly shrug, but he shakes his head. 
 `` I want the bodies; I do n't need nothing valuable.'' 
 Turns out I have yet to make my maker, instead 
 I'm teaming up with the local cannibal!
