I am a scholar of the   ebbing dictionary   that I threw on the path where you   kick up dust      and there's a human shaped bird   on the ground   on the path   by the grass   by the trees   hear the sound   of the words.   Here she is,   bent to see   with her eyes   warm and wet   choking breathes   looking over the men i have slain/   cain on the ground, next to abel   with their hands entwined   as the voice fades outta their mind   but echos and echos off me      yeah, i shot the gun at those dogs;   made them run round the track like a watch    who's time has come.   what you want you can get from me   and the miles i walked to look in the mirror at me/   men on the ground with their hands   soaked in the blood of the dirt on the land   they are the ones with raised voices who said,   "the environment evolved and grew legs to walk away   from the environment" and that "plants have evolved into   cities and pavement"      and they were WRONG so i shot them down   ran on foot to the nearest town   never slept, spitting coffee grounds   as a trail that would lead back to   me as i slept on the train   and the circles and circles we take   going around and around and around and around   getting dizzy, and falling flat on our face/   face down in the dirt   tell me, have you seen the beauty on earth?   nature cradles her womb before birth   and to think that it seems some don't know what it's worth      now i have become claustrophobic   inside my own soapbox   and i wished there was something to say   to whisk the both of us away