You ought to know everything by now,
every cow, horse, goat, sheep,
chicken on this ranch, every irrigated crop,
every gate that swings unlocked—
yet you want more paperwork, more
information to punch in your computers,
then hire an army for analysis
before we run out of food. We are old
and tired, our kids split for town.
But you ought to know everything
by now, how to plant some seed
to raise a crop so you can eat.
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