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translated from the Mazatecby Cathy RountreeSong, tune lostVibram prints upon the path.The cavers are in town.Bleached out bodies at the bath.The cavers are in town.Do they come for buried jewels?Is there oil in hidden pools?Are they mad, or only fools?The cavers are in town.Where have all our children gone?The cavers are in town.Whose were those footsteps just at dawn?The cavers are in town.New waves arriving every day;How long do you suppose they'll stay?I heard the tide goes out in May.The cavers are in town.Stores and gossips overstocked.The cavers are in town.Taverns rumble with tough talk.The cavers are in town.Did you see the battered truck?Ragged sacks of flattened stuff?Who'd they piss off to earn such luck?The cavers are in town.They come each year, like summer's rains.The cavers are in town.Like clouds of locusts o'er the plains.The cavers are in town.We tried to frighten them away.Cut ropes, wrote laws, but still they stay.At least we've learned to make it pay.When cavers are in town.59