Tundra

This ground is too hard to break

It ruined a pick and a spade

Frozen and solid as a rock

My hands are numb with the shock

I am prepared for the dirty work

I've grovelled for years in the bloody dirt

I have all teh tools that I need

And now I admit my defeat

What will it take to cleave this earth?

Break the ground

It's got to break

What will it take to cleave this earth?

I cannot wait

'Til spring

My cargo is still half alive

They twine 'round each other and cry

They beg me to finish the task

Will I inter them at last?

I glare at the place

I'd make a grave

I carry the shame it would contain

But thinking cannot rend a hole

Too tired to stave off the cold