Digging Yourself Deeper [revised]

It's surprisingly difficult
digging yourself in deeper;
bigger holes
require serious effort.
Rocks figure increasingly.
Rendering edges steeper
becomes onerous.
Dirt collapses inward
past measure.
Water spurts
from opened fissures.
The shovel hits treasure.
Passing six feet under
is no easy undertaking;
earth hardens
past the depth of gardens,
remaining unforsaking,
holding us
at its barrier:
the hole
in every failure.

Museum Of Answers

Please Do Not Touch
reads the placard
beneath a canvas
wholly lacquered

in black acrylic,
Why there's evil,
which captivates
most people—

save a child
by the drinking faucet
trying vainly
to exhaust it.