Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Perspective

Being a gravedigger is not
The job I dreamed of as a kid.
Now I'm in jail for getting caught
For cemetery stuff I did.
I just did what the boss told me,
Digging up the graves that were old,
Taking remains to rebury,
So the gravesites could be resold.
A new employee spilled the beans.
Now the living are all upset.
People are making public scenes
About old bones they did forget.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The dead don't feel any disgust.