A Fossor's Quarry

The numbers are counted
The section agreed
The time is nigh
No pardon reprieved
Iron and earth
Prepare for war
No match no burden
For toil and chore
The fragrant grass
Screams in silence
No match no mercy
From iron's shear violence
Dust and dirt
Receive their blessing
Squared in make
Honed in dressing
In husk and hue
The sun will rise
In tenderness waiting
For the fallen to lie

Drink up each day
Breathe out each minute
Roar in your laughter
Bow to lament

Yet but a drop
In a river of wash
Standing still in the pools
Crashing with rocks

In earth and water
We stand one another
Birthed in wombs
Of our ancestors mother