the earth isn't speaking to itself when it groans down below the rumbles from its gut say "you can't win but you can try" the wind will rip the clothes from your skin and you'll bend
the dead they talk they're getting interviewed on your tv
spitting out their plans for their country and what it will be
your tongue won't complain my teeth won't refrain from grinding themselves to kernels
I'll spit them out and you'll heat them up and you say "we can stay in one more night and avoid the cold aisles and epoxied tile
they don't sell what we don't buy"
they can't sell what we won't buy