The second flood is coming; we must gather
them by twos and twos against the rain.
The men of sweat and diesel.
The women with calloused hands.
The makers, menders,
builders, and tenders of fields.
These are our workhorses and hunting dogs.
They can live on mud and remake fire.
Maybe they'll save a few of our worthless kind
with their duct tape and baling wire.
Inspired by Marian's prompt at Real Toads