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11. The Work of the Hands

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[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
This one does not arrive with trumpets.
The Work Of The Hands.
[Verse 1]
It didn't come with trumpets.
Nobody won.
It came the way a thaw comes —
one street, then the next,
and then you couldn't say
which morning it had started.
Somebody put down a crate of bread
and didn't count who took it.
That was all.
That was the whole of it.
[Verse 2]
They kept the roads. They kept the ledgers.
Nobody burned the banks.
They only asked a different question first,
before they signed a thing:
not what does it earn,
not who does it beat —
what does it cost the one across from me,
and is that one me?
[Chorus]
Because the river is not a resource.
The neighbour is not a market.
The forest is not a line in someone's book —
they are the same one, wearing weather.
Take what you need.
Leave what will be needed.
Nothing here is other.
Nothing here is far.
[Verse 3]
The factories are quieter now.
They build the kind of thing that lasts,
and when it breaks they fix it —
which used to be a joke,
and now it's just a trade.
The children learn two things at school:
how to read the world,
and how to notice they are reading.
[Verse 4]
And work got small again. Not poor. Small.
Close enough to see the end of it.
My hands did this. That roof. That row of beans.
That woman got her medicine.
A man can carry that
and sleep the whole night through.
We were never meant to move
what we could never see.
[Chorus]
Because the river is not a resource.
The neighbour is not a market.
The forest is not a line in someone's book —
they are the same one, wearing weather.
Take what you need.
Leave what will be needed.
Nothing here is other.
Nothing here is far.
[Bridge]
It isn't paradise. Don't tell them that.
People still get tired. People still get hard.
There are winters, and there are wrongs,
and someone will always want more than his share.
But the story underneath has changed,
and a story is the strongest tool there is —
we used to say that we were separate,
and everything we built said so.
[Verse 5]
Now say the other thing.
Say it in the tax code. Say it in the wells.
Say it in how we treat the ones
who cannot pay us back —
the old, the slow, the strangers at the gate,
the ones not born yet,
who cannot vote and cannot thank us
and will have to live in what we leave.
[Spoken Word]
A friend on the sax.
[Saxophone Solo]
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus]
Because the river is not a resource.
The neighbour is not a market.
The forest is not a line in someone's book —
they are the same one, wearing weather.
Take what you need.
Leave what will be needed.
Nothing here is other.
Nothing here is far.
[Outro]
I won't see much of it.
That's alright. That's the shape of it.
You plant a thing you don't get to sit under —
that's not a sacrifice,
that's just what planting is.
One point. One ground.
Every stranger. Every stone.
Pass it on.
[Spoken Word]
And now the ground itself.
The Ground That Sees.