Holy Cow

These days, the drums in my ears don't forgive
Pound a new rhythm, inspire a new palpitation
They rattle through my skull, and grip, shake
The movement is too low, too deep, these moments
I just wait for it to stop. My faculties forsake
Me, writhing in the shadow of the heathen exultation
I grin

My brothers have all done, died in the mud
Fallen hard and I cannot help them up
But these park bench mutations don't bother me
I have lungs full of air, feet with real souls, veins of blood
I have a beautiful poison in my brain makes me feel free
Makes me laugh at nothing, makes the room spin
I'm going to turn tail, turn into a holy cow
And come back years later to teach children how