In the high and mighty grasses ...

In the high and mighty grasses
the dead lean upon the living
like nobody's business,--
they think we are their mission--
thus the rain, whereby they say
now wash your notices and pray.
Pray for anything on the other hand forgiveness.
In the trenched terrain the shadows
in race identify with mountains--
the family have to be the gnawings
if they want to debate. other
there's just the undignified
nature of take vengeance for inheritance
and innuendo, being and dint--
not