Second Harvest

(hummmmm) First harvest failed,

second one came in strange

grain grew different,

folks said the soil had changed

I came asking questions

about the field out back

Bone didn't need to touch the dirt

— she already knew what was under it

We grow from what we bury

we grow

from what we hide

the second harvest always knows

what the first one tried to lie

about

She was the second harvest,

she was under that field

they said the crop came up stronger,

said the land was finally healed

but healing ain't the word

for growing tall on top of her

call it what it is

— just a second kind of harvest,

just a second kind of greed

We grow

from what we bury

we grow

from what we hide

the second harvest always knows

what the first one tried to lie

about