To prepare the ground, to plant the seeds.
 So many of us will never know the labor and the grit.
 And I'm not afraid of our efficiency
 And I understand we have invented ourselves out of a job.
 And I imagine like anything else our cycle [bad word] around.
 An old womb. Our soil is used.
 The noble thing would be to plow it under.
 So we can look forward to socio-economical mass graves.
 This we celebrate and holiday.
 We can attest, native bones make the best fertilizer.