Strolling through a book
as though I was in a field
of daisies on a lazy summer
day reading a book, I
discovered that my

son was born on the same
day as Heavy Metal Cross-
Bow Hunting Rock Star
what's-his-name. It was
the best day of my life. It was

the best day of his life.
It was a great day
for thrashy heavy metal.
It was a great day for ears.
And amps. And
arrows that kill deer. They
look up and say "Whaa-"
and then nothing. It was a
great day for the word
WHAA-.