Where?

Years have come, have gone we stayed, we went nowhere only we circled the sun hand in hand we turned the wind hid under our calico shirts circled the sun with us circled our sun with us. Years have come, have gone they have burned themselves in the fires of atom bombs they have thrown themselves into the depths of oil wells they have killed themselves. We stayed, my love like lovers with all the lovers spinning around the sun with an air that, hanging from our necks, has hidden itself – from the eyes of all the years – under our calico shirts...