Child Heart O' Dirt-Pump

A child, a child we desired
Now we're the Town's loudest cryers
The looks are dumb, like backwards Sheep-
Now fill up his mouth with dirt to eat.

  
A veil of red before my neck-top
Love the dirt, that child not stop!
(Sudden) Out its rear, a poppin' sound;
Heart beated, a drum roll unwound.		  
Pop! Roll Out from its back end
A pump; rich Soil not stoppin'.
Roaring we poured the crap on the land
Up from the ground, the corn came.		  
Gosh Almighty! Next mornin'
Started stalk up, green a-flarin'
Nailed up that child with Spirit
In the shed of Farm Equipment.		  
Fill up our boy with more soil, more sound
Knitted socks. Good Boy! Go to Town!
Buckets and pails - You can wear my hat.
Covered cold ears and make a droolin' spl???		  

One mornin' out early for How's my Boy,
Open the doors, he's not hanging there.
Tell-tale hammer; Someone's took him.
I'll never see my favorite hat again.

  
I stare at the tall field of corn.
Poor women - she is Emotion-torn.
"We should have made a crib; brought him in."
"Oh Hon, yes, but on his soilings I'd've slipt