the bull
Solo nylon string tuned F G D G C F
from Scott~
The Bull
The bull doesn’t give a shit,
it’s coming when it wants to come
like thunder over the trees
into the middle of everything
like a stick planted in the ground,
terrorizing the sod, ready for one thing
that no one else is ready for,
roaring by proxy into place.
I’ve hands like that
when the cuts don’t matter,
when a bone is just a thing that hasn’t
broken, when brittle fact
meets brittle fact but isn’t true yet.
Standing broadside again,
what matters first
is that the truth came plain:
For it or not,
it came so as I said it would:
Better bull, better bull, better.