Stars’ paroxysm arrives quietly each day and each night.
I waste no caution on the inevitable star dust; I collect
More eggs beneath the aegis of stars, a settling of magic
To enliven our horses, add wear to the tractor’s ignition,
add nobility to our acts, our observances and our laws.
Accident and death among our members cause pain,
Scars or deplete the muscle, stirs momentary regret.
The next morning absorbs the plains fire, a habit of life,
The continuous right of possession, the duties of citizens.
Yes, you read rightly too the cataclysm surrounding us;
We forge our steel from this essential heat, beat a blade
Sharp as we may need in threat, or bit of threat we find.