Early in summer we worked the fields
planted indigo and slavery
jet airplanes and nuclear weaponry
baseball and a hundred meter dash.
It was a dry year with hale storms
and freak snows, a hundred million
pack rats and grasshoppers uncounted,
Mormons and Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Late in Autumn we worked the fields
harvested mud and snails,
ten penny nails and barbed wire,
a black jack hand and a faro dealer.
It was a wet season with dry lightning
and dust bowls, a hundred million
football fans and ticket sales uncounted,
Hamas and Likud sitting down for tea.