Entering Habitation (No Near Galaxy)

Fields of straw
we mow down
they prick feet
like berries bleed
overripe tomatoes leak
in stars in darkness
where light not seen
the way it is-- always been

balance of a dinosaur
sour our atmosphere
tobacco cured tanned skin
fur trade Earth spins
native taken aback
spit flying
wha'd he say
double edged sword
you should't believe me
walk the valley stand on own.