A mile of people
sitting lying elbows on their knees
babies on their laps
guitars on their straps
the ones closest to the road
just specks of color like a big quilt
to those on the other side
there's a city on the farm
and nobody speaks
watching a man on fire get down on his knees
"Nobody touch me"
as the drummer behind him slowly lifts his hands
and lets the air ring
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