my empire of dirt
it sounded on the radio
a country boy's hurt
after a wander around
a burnt down house
somewhere out east
by the lake, the wild heath
the moody sky
beneath it, I seek
an atoms weight of peace
a crease
unfolds in a field
a swamp, a wild rabbit
crazy horse
comes up again
and red cloud
the bisons
they go quiet
the birds chirp, chirp, chirp,
the wind is so loud
there is no peace
no peace no peace
no peace
but at least
there's life
(somewhere in the folds)
