08-02-2016, 05:44 PM
(Tune in my head: Gene Severens - Scarecrow, Michael Severens arrangement)
With its arms outstretched towering
Imbued with a specter --
I see crows cowering
before this stone-faced protector.
Whose crops are these within the field below?
Do they belong to the farmer
who I will never know?
Mercurial and unforgiving
was the carpenter who built that scarecrow
clad in graven armor.
He never truly knew his subject
or the people he fed with this field's crops
sharecroppers mocking his object.
No -- it belongs to the aphid
whose feeding never truly stops
while untended crops go rancid.
You ask me to contort
in praise of an in absentia sculptor --
But what happens when I cannot support
this twisted crumbling Cristo Redentor?