Five years ago. You were safe with your TV. Never even thought. What the things you might be. Now you're just a pack rat. Picking through the rubble. Scared of your own shadow.
Lately you been traveling more than you are here. As your dreams describe a circle growing year by year. The postcard you send from Vancouver or South Bend.
From the land of shooting waters to the peaks of the Coeur d'Alene. Thimbleberries in the forest, elk grazing on the plain. The People of the Coyote made their camp along the streams.
I went for a jog in the city air. I met a woman in a wheelchair. I said "I'm sorry to see you're handicapped.". She says "What makes you think a thing like that?".
The market place was bustlying in the morning. When the army and the ORDEN made their strike. Like a farmer killing chickens for the market. They cut down every living thing in sight..
The neighbor up the road brought the message. Joe and May never had a phone. Five children grown and gone to college. Now they lived out on Pewaukee Lake alone.
In nineteen thirty-who at a zoo in Los Angeles. a polar bear named Larry performed for the crowd,. they'd cheer aloud. He'd go slipping and sliding, jumping and diving.
In the stillness of the alley waits a man with an open blade. And he hurts the woman badly and within her plants his seed. She can't shake the dirt and horror as the seed takes root and grows.
You hear so many rumors sometimes you get confused. But I read it in Time Magazine and I heard it on the news. We'll see dramatic changes in the lifestyle we enjoy.
All my life. Working at the factory. The pay looked mighty good to me. When my body was my own. Doctor won't look me in the eye. My youngest child asks why.
The baby blinks her eyes as the sun falls from the sky. She feels the stings of a thousand fires as the city around her dies. Some sleep beneath the rubble, some wake to a different world.