she's gone today tall nose lady
she of the four far feet
she's gone today square skull lady
she of the crochet teeth
she was a browser
she was a sleeper
she was a wallower
in the leaves
but her eyes let her down
no they could not sweep the dark
she relied on the birds to scatter
any sign of danger
she's gone today long pipe lady
she of the (six deep feet)
she's gone today thick skin lady
she's of the western speed
and she's never been captive
so we can't draw her from chains
and she's never been captured
from the cage we cannot save
well they ground up her bones to make a lover
ceremony of the knife
well they ground up her horns to make another
desperate form of killing time
and I've never been captive
so I cannot speak for chains
and I've never been captured
from the grave
I cannot say
