Right away this morning
On the soul's first day
They started pounding
Down the street I couldn't
Tell if they were building
Or tearing something down
And then the shovels arrived
And I couldn't tell if they
Were planting bodies or trees
So hard and loud they worked
I thought if I looked over my wall
I'd see the neighborhood laid bare
As a bombed-out city or else
A marvelous garden stretching everywhere
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