Red rock ranges out forever
it’s all broken now,
and dry
it’s a cracked dragon-scale badlands
there’s a dust in the air
-spurred along by the shifting wind-
it tastes of sour rust
the rugged ringed sun
shakes the horizon’s fate
this place is BAKED
smoke would rise in the distance
if there was anything left
to burn
this land is your land
this land is my land
this land awaits us
