Twist green to iron, roll downhill
at horsepower 1—70—10,000—
Rippling hills and plaited
crops microchip on takeoff— crops microchip on takeoff—
You stretch fingers to the stars
but can’t reach through smog——
Birds twittle through trees, but
they’ll stop if you dance—
Make marks on skin with
what once whittled wood and clay—
Call steel embraces support,
carve flowers in chains,
and call them home.
