Fort Bragg Poem by Ronnie Heaven

Deer skull crown
For a backwoods King
Hidden in the dark
Waiting for the spring
Doe's line up like soldiers
Just to hear me sing
And I haven't felt this alive
Since that wicked barroom fling
Too many stars to count
Arrayed like diamonds in a ring
Standing in a clearing
What moon will Artemis bring?
What can I offer a self sufficient night?
Cradled in black, feeling the sting
Stoking fires in my verdant groin
A wild, vicious, holy thing
Bleached bones
Binary, alone
Sacrosanct green
All hail the backwoods King