Divide and concur?

You sratch my back I'll claw yours.

You sign this document I'll get on all fours.

I'll worship you brick by brick til the clay hardens your heart.

You can stay on the fence and count the missing sheep.

Or your voice can raise the dead from genesis to revelatory sleep.

A missing card from a stacked deck.

John Henry's ink running like blood saturating a blank check.