Cars come in from Ramses as we lift the logs.Hard parish told us to work faster, or we'd never see a dime.
Wrung-strut they'd be, if they knew we'd never built a thing in our lives.
Or had never actually seen an actual dime.
But to be fair, we woulda wrenched out cries and death if we'd known how hollow our bones had grown.
Instead, we gripped our idle tools like they were extra fingers.
Figures.
We think too much of flight.
We throw our lunches at the birds.
That's probably why we moved from the top to the ground.
And fervently, and as much as we could, changed the rain.
We railed our ropes and laid our ladders to run down.
It started to rain up.
And that dried the ground, so we couldn't set concrete.
And we couldn't make a foundation.
"The whole thing'll come crashing up," we'd say, "the first wind we get."
