He's got three hours to build the town,
Hardly time to grade the roads,

Glaze the bricks, relearn a level
From a lathe.

Where's the auger when he needs it?
The best recipe for concrete:

Sand, cement, gravel.
How much of each one, he forgets.

These tin sheets snap like throw rugs.
He plumbs posts to wire,

Scatters chickens like white moths
Among the dogs.

Something has to happen fast
To make the people want to come.

Something that will tug their guts
Like willow switches.

Something that will make them think
To bring along their dead.