Lodgepole Boy

Lodgepole Boy, a mile tall Can't see anything at all Lodgepole Boy, his roots in clay Would like to leave, but he must stay Lodgepole Boy, oh, lifeless thing You cannot speak; you cannot sing Lodgepole Boy, oh, brainless tree I will take my axe to thee Lodgepole Boy, what fleshy bark What strange, thin sap; how red and dark