Farmer's Funeral
In this grave you lie
With measured palms
And the smallest account
That you took in life!
And of good size
Neither wide nor deep
And the part that belongs to you
In this estate...
It's not a big grave
It's a measured grave
And the land you desired
Will be divided
And a big grave
For your meager remains
But you'll feel wider
Than you were in the world
And a big grave
For your modest remains
Yet more than in the world
You'll feel spacious
And a big grave
For your scarce flesh
But the earth given
Does not open its mouth
And the part that belongs to you
In this estate
And the land you desired
To see divided