Man Reaches Destination by Place Built of Shovels

Man wants to become one of the many small things who tickle the back.

To wake a big rock from its nap

Shredding its own very small sky with gashes.

Reaching in to dirt. "I think my feet are warm from hell"

I thought you said "Songs," otherwise I would have watched each of so many pockets with their t

"We got here with shovels so where else could we be?"

Blades of grass are shovels to dig holes in backs.

Little red holes so put a shirt on

"We got here with buckets"

I dissipate.

A knife is a baby friend.

Reaching upwards towards a rock

Man arrives and pulls out a baby and dances on a beach with the decomposing people and the sand and the shore and apparently got there with shovels