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