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.
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