@mountainmem
blue collar He doesn’t wear silk, He wears dirt on his hands, Works quiet mornings, Following land. No spotlight waits At the edge of his day, Just a shovel, a prayer, And the earth pulled away. Rich man, poor man, Names fade the same, Gold means nothing When buried with a name. He labors in truth, Where titles fall through, Blue-collar wisdom: We’re all made of you. No glory, no praise, Just work that must be done— That’s why Gravedigger Speaks for everyone.