This We Celebrate

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 has come 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