Learning to Scream.

There's a fire in the air
that calls for a toast,
and you're always the first to stand.
A medley of lessons
surround your head,
like the crown of a well-read man.

Slowly, you're learning to scream.

There's a strength in your neck
that is new here today,
and I wonder how you came to find,
that the pieces of life
are so nice to dissect,
disassemble, undo, and unwind,

Slowly, you're learning to scream.

Your head is so big
with words you don't know
and your tongue is aglow with the taste
of something besides
the milk of your past,
as you eat the whole world up in haste.

Slowly, you're learning to scream.