Here All the Bombs Fade Away
Waiting for the show to begin
As the sound check wafted through the woods
We found an honest to god octopus
On an emaciated trail
Lined by beheaded trunks
You perched on a throne of them
With your faded Chucks and 90s chic
And although you weren’t quite in your element
The squirrels respected your kindness
So you belonged