witch came forest

Witch came first, her voodoo?
Or her mulling egg nest of dolls moaning
In Kremlin doublespeak
Any chicken nose witch way the
Fascism blows said Bobby Dylan
From his San Cristobal ranch
Built of Nobel Peace charms
Locked hearts on the Paris bridge
Heavy enough to sink the sane
Seinne frozen hard
Enough for feathers to walk
To the netherside of NATO
Waving white flags
To go to war before it comes
All over yew boughs bent
To archer eyes
Tracking the broom drone sorcery
Calories exhaust off flying monkey
Pine trees, in an exhibit from
The world's unfair
On the banks of bankrupt rivers
In poetland, bOregone.