white fields stretch away
into distance where a man
& his machine digs into the earth
farther off in time & place
another man sings
simultaneous with all this
a gas bubble is negotiating my lower intestine
you know what happens next
white fields
white fields
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: white fields
... well, it´s your bussiness...! 