Read the lines from The Elements of San Joaquín.After a day in the grape fields near RolindaA fine silt, washed by sweat,Has settled into the linesOn my wrists and palms. Already I am becoming the valley,A soil that sprouts nothing.For any of us.

The speaker describes fine silt settling on the workers’ skin and compares themself to soil that “sprouts nothing.” This image suggests exhaustion and a bleak, barren existence shaped by field labor, not affection for the land or simply a need for cleaner conditions. The best choice is “The lives of the workers in the fields are bleak.”

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