Poverty is perfection
In it children are born

Vehicles for restless souls
Naked with the cries of existence

In the arms of men and woman
Counting change

To fund the burying of their dead
Deep in the luxury of lush earth

The children
Learn the words

That cry of love
And heartbreak pain

To understand the burying
Of their dead

Poor, restless souls
Without flesh

Poverty is perfection
In it children are born