b'Shikata Ga Nai ImprintmentWomen, the shadow of camps They fingerprinted us kids . . . hung in your eyes, My sis, even then, sezwith the tears of migration. it made me feel like a criminalShikata ga naiShikata ga naiThose railroad soundsof sage bush deserts.The landscapeTurning like blinded trains,Past the dust of camps,Tar paper sheltersIn a desert of coyote, owls, magpies,scorpions, jackrabbits, rattlers,That wander around the settling pond,My rafting place.Shikata ga naiThose railroad soundsof sage bush deserts.Shikata ga naiShikata ga naiShikata ga naiShikata ga naiShikata ga naiShikata ga nai86 87'