Anoldperson
Spitsaglob
Ofsaliva
Onhishand
Picksupasickle
Walksintothefields
Farfarintothefields
Isawaflash
Andthennothing
Iseemtohavesunk
Intheearth
Andrightnow
I''mgettingcloselyacquainted
Withasubstantially
Sizedpairoffeet
Whenthesickleflashesagain
Itslightshinesonablackcorner
Ofyonderlogcabin
Inthedistance
Inthattwinkling
Isaw
Markedwiththisworld''stransformations
Myfather''s
Face