Skull Trophy - Gaza

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