
Tall And Bulky,
But Your History Is Blurry.
Early Memories Fade,
Another Parental Figure?
Of Course, Why Not,
Cover Us In Your Shade,
Teach Us About Liquor,
Is This What You Thought?
I Am Not Afraid.
You Think You Have A Right To Boss Us Around?
Do You Think You Are The Foreground?
You Are But A Clown,
All Your Tricks And Jokes,
You're High On Stature,
But I Can See Through The Hoax.
You Know Firsthand What It Is To Break,
A Shattered Heart,
So You Roam Mid-Sleep, Half-Awake.
Alone, Torn Apart.
Then Your Calves Were Taken,
So Your Legs Gave Out,
Fell Down, Aching.
Now All I See In You Is A Broken Meat-Sack,
A Strength Once, Now Forgotten,
Put On A Mask That Has Began Rotting.
But Like In The Wild Days,
A Bison's Organs Are Useful,
Among Other Part Of Its Carcass,
I'll Bring My Ways,
Get Rid Of This Pollution,
And One Day The World Will Read,
My Corpus.