By Tim Lacy ’22
In the Pleistocenic Titan’s Wrath
The Emperor Julian of man
He stood at the side of the testronic bovine
Unarmed; no stone; with open hands
The auroch; grounded in flaming doubt
Lowered his horns for a mortal charge
Thy wise man guard for darkness to send em on’
But the bull drops all for living large
Aggressive still and still he grunts
Knight n’ servant of man’s kingdom come
But he’d kill ya if you shocked him hard at the front
That’s what makes it pure brotherhood
The Highlander 