In Idaho Fields

Lucy Tonic

And she says

Nature is the devil's church

As I feel the birch trees

Fall all around me

And this land

Seems to have an erection

From our birth

From our pain

And she blows her candles out

Like dandelions in acid rain

In Idaho fields

Her own private shield

In Idaho fields

And if all that flies falls

Who will be circling up top

Who will be swimming

Is there any plot of Earth

Free from grid-demise

Worth saving

Worth slaving over

On this black-top

Spinning asphalt

And she says

All the world's a trap

The trees just create a map

For the pandemonium tax

And the breeze

You best think twice

Before you stare down

The one with medusa hair

In Idaho fields

Published by Lucy Tonic

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