like a horse
broken by work
like a tire
worn without tread
my father said to me
     let us go
     home

 
that year
land lay fallow
and we saw
machinery sold
my father said to me
     let us go
     home
he said to me
     i think i’m gonna be sick
     i think that i am

 
will i love like my father loved
his farm and his honest labor
when he said
     i think i’m gonna be sick
     i think that i am

 
please a prayer
to become a horse
broken by work
to become as a tire
worn without tread
to become a father
to become and to say
     let us go home