Skull Trophy

Light poured from my chest and every bird had called your

name

As I drove by a deer carcass someone had cleanly taken

the head off of.

I thought of you. I knew you'd find it full of wonder.

Someone had desecrated a corpse for a sportless

opportunistic skull trophy.

That alone is some hillbilly shit.

The bigger picture is that we've lost feeling in our left

arm.

I guess there's no real evidence that we ever had any.

Its in the worst of us that you'll find the baselines

And the indications by which to measure.