.
They call you barren, obstinate and proud.
I call you clever. Steal you dry, that seed
Will swell and spread while filth covers your head
With foreign leaves, Dead brown, orange, and red.
Oh! They moan and fret, regret, but don't let
In that eager seed. You clever dirt, you.
No. Don't let in that eager seed or
You might find what living Life can mean.