This works This works This works Oh so well Making models Making molds I've made a mess And I can tell That out of habit Out of shame They look to the futures That I can't face And I've seen perfect Wasps of rain Clean and sting them Into the dirt again Now all is quiet In the quiet yard Except the angles Except the yard Discarded engines And one dead bee Are all that want Anything from me There's a function Above the ground That brings all The dry things down And every maker And every game Will be measured By the wasps of rain