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