sandstone legs high tunnel fog in October my mind feels far away chicken kisses in the AM I still think of you everyday just another farm girl's wishes now can you keep my winter crops warm? I'm thinking of cold blood and cracked skulls sunberry stains on my right forearm your cattle line the streets there still waiting for my passage by school explosion on the drive home half legs around the bomb stove fire just a cluster of red dots to all of them I hope one day they'll see pawns and prey and bugs alike maybe it's all we'll ever be I'm just the same as you, though soft heart but iron bones incense smoke lures me closer I'm scraped pure on sandy stones deafening when I see them hanging these hollow iron shells they let your kin bleed out there damned the rest to living hell I'll wade through murky river depths please wash my red hands clean I'm desperate, I beg you every night erase these things we've seen my likeness sells postcards on the road...