A dead woman and her dog are in dialogue in this poem. The dead woman senses that someone is digging on her grave. She assumes it is because she is being remembered. At first, she jumps to the conclusion that the digger is her lover, planting rue. The other speaker, her dog, says no, her lover got married yesterday to another woman.
The dead woman then thinks of her closest relatives, but learns that they see no point in planting flowers on her grave, as that can't bring her back. Getting more desperate, the woman at leasts hopes it is her enemy, prodding around. However, she learns that once she was dead, her enemy gave up hating her as pointless. Her enemy no longer thinks about her.
When the dead woman gives up and asks who it is digging, the dog says it is himself. She immediately thinks her dog is being faithful to her, but he informs he that he had forgotten about her and is merely burying a bone.
The poem is a comment on how quickly the dead are forgotten. It is nature's—and as humans and dogs are natural beings, their way too—to move on past the dead. This way of perceiving the world is called naturalism; it a way of thinking that sees nature as indifferent to human fate.