Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 A Shift to Remember

I caught him on my night patrol.

He had just dug up a grave of

Somebody buried, the poor soul,

I guess somebody he did love.

He sang to me a crazy song

As I was calling cops to tell

Of what he'd done that was so wrong,

This kook stuck in some kind of hell.

He sang digging up her bones be

His only way to be with her.

In tears he was singing to me.

It was a weird grave shift for sure.

The cops came and took him away,

Leaving her bones there where they lay.