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.