we set the fireand shall harvest the ashesout in the yardthey are flogging dead horsesswearing death oathsand burying hopethey bury it deepand stamp the dirt downthere’s scant hope of resurrectioninto a world of carbonfurther down the roadwhere the sun don’t shine no morethe names of our childrenare scratched on stonesand the ghost machines are grinding outobituaries no one shall ever read.