They dragged me out to the field And just then i found out I was naked Just then I found out it wasn't a field But a forest, only the trees were naked women Red skinned and black toothed And, trees burn when fire touches them. round and round we went a theoretical sacrifice one of the women in the fire, dancing. "we are all witches" they laughed As I felt sorry, "nothing to do but to be a witch" they said "And dance around the fire, in adoration for the forest" And I felt sorry for not being there before.

Then some of them fell down to give birth and others ran to the city for the offices and suits and the babies , that were green, climbed the trees, and their mothers took my hand and i joined the dance.

And we danced all the trees away, all the ancestors away, and we were in a field again, their black hair was suffocaing and when i got up i was in a bus and I knew, it was a bus ride to damnation I was up and sitting and holding the handles, but i still felt strung by millions of black hairs.