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.
