Tilt Tundra
This ground is too hard to break, it ruined a pick and spade, frozen and = solid as rock, my hands numb with the shock! I am prepared for the dirty = work, I've groveled for years in the bloody dirt, I have all the tools = that I need, and now I admit my defeat! What will it take to cleave this = earth? Break this 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 eachother 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, thinking cannot rend a hole, too tired = to stave off the cold. Submitted by: Mel
