Flowers in Her Hair

She wore flowers in her hair

and all the town would stare

and all the young girls followed picking

up the petals strewn everywhere

and when the flowers died they saw through the disguise

and all the townsfolk circled her

With prayers and tar and feathers and fire

There's a dog loose in the woods

A fox tied to a tree

and when the farmer raises his gun

the bullets pass right through me

And everyone you know will be crawling

through the snow at the four furthest corners

of town where they buried my bones