You keep wanging
**** **** ****
away away at it all
and then stumble back

this beaten earth roils
in red clay sluices
you would have
my gold wouldn't you

shallow traps and gullies
work together to wash
and hold me still
when I would wreak

oh I would wreak
on all of you something
that would leave  you feeling
you'd gotten it

and just wouldn't believe
what you held in your hands
and then I must stop
'cause I don't know