The trophy that I made for us. In fur and gold. Got into the wrong pair of hands. In truth was sold. They bought it for oh so much less. Than it was worth.
Doing the mess around. Push me down into the ground. Taste the hands that drink my body. . Fight me in the dark. Wrestle your bones over mine. Into our moonless march come the wizard.
Community saw the best in me. Exchanging the common heart for the salt in the sea. Children of the sun on a highway of hope. The beauty of coming together.