Movement isn't free

   the trial stands

forget about it

It's not worth your thought

   You've built a dugout canoe

in a desert

   With sand for oars 

      With pyramids for death

          Silver monuments

To the wild burro

  So sweet and hungry

 Ah well 

Pack the station wagon

Again

    To late night motels 

W vending machines 

And ICE

   The sand is everywhere

But no more oars