Beasts

Bastion of beasts heed my call. All things base are not banal. To suck the wind and gnaw the tide Is not enough to stay alive. So remind me why I'm here again? I hate the old Ohio wind. It kills you when it's coming in, It kills you pending giving in. And don't I know, its residue collects in my bones. It's marrow curdling it singes my toes in my sleep. But son, even if you stay, You know nothing would stay the same way. And if there's any other way Could we try that way instead of this one? So if God's Own and only kid Showed up and would up dead What's that say about all this? You could raise all my dead friends In hope I would notice. Just some means to a dead end. Just some mean, as in average. You could praise until your heart bends, And still not quite get it. Are we together alone? Or alone together? I stayed in my room all day Mustering some meager praise. They say a thing don't fit its phrase It's symptomatic of this place.