Oh, Excavator

What traditions do you hold so close to you?

We’ve all but fallen for our leisure

Safe houses and quiet gardens

Oh, Excavator

Do you only nurture when the sun is out?

The light was shining on my stature

You were at a boil

Oh, Excavator

I named you with certainty

As if the surfaces of things

Might represent

The condition of something that is not tangible

“Why don’t you want to be found?”

“Why don’t you want to be found?”