No One’s Coming Back For This

Me and my grandfather pull at the metal stake

Trying to detach the rusty piece from the wall

Because no one's coming back for this

The stones are waiting

Split on all sides, to be hauled from the hillside

But no one's coming back for this

You can imagine that it's brief,

Like a quarryman will come back from break

And yell at us for messing around

But it's been one hundred years

And no one's coming back for this.