Adrienne Rich - What Kind of Times are These lyrics

There's a place between two stands of
Trees where the grass grows uphill
And the old revolutionary road
Breaks off into shadows
Near a meeting-house abandoned
By the persecuted
Who disappeared into those shadows

I've walked there picking mushrooms at
The edge of dread, but don't be fooled
This isn't a Russian poem, this is
Not somewhere else but here
Our country moving closer to it's
Own truth and dread
It's own ways of making people disappear

I won't tell you where the place is
The dark mesh of the woods
Meeting the unmarked strip of light
Ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it
Make it disappear

And I won't tell you where it is
So why do I tell you
Anything? Because you still listen
Because in times like these
To have you listen at all, it's necessary
To talk about trees