In the Arizona twilight
There is a flame dancing within a flame
That is turning your billboards
fastly into carbon
See; a sioux war party
descends from the clouds.
They have come to claim
The cities and the machines
Children everywhere listen
to the hum of empty mansions
They carry it over pavement
and write it on their hands
You; Your bullets cannot pass
The ghosts who are dancing
Your cups cannot hold
The medicine in the hills
there is no cigarette,
no gas can, no lincoln continental
There is not even night
or an obsidian blade
There is no unseen hand
but your own
