I know you for
 land up on that telephone pole
 my shoulders rise at an acute angle
 slowing me, slowing me
 flock of birds
 like a spotted sheet, thrown out to the wind
 tumble and preside

 auburn eyes, familiar
 auburn eyes, tumble and preside

 yes, you have me now, man, with your beautiful machine
 with your pretty packaged food
 and your pesticid'd vegetables
 and your [bad word] automobiles
 and your numb-to-nature peoples
 programmed to [bad word] your double-arched steeples
 yes, your televised peoples
 and your hypnotized leaders

 yes you have me now, man,
 with your stereophonic speakers,
 with your stereophonic speakers,
 and your technological ideas,
 and your enlightened spiritual teachers,
 and your stereotypical features

 auburn eyes
 erratic and sharp-seeing
 know my soul up on high
 fly away with me