Scare Crow

Across the frost that covers the Earth,

the stubble row after row

march with fixed bayonets 

Past an old scare crow.

A bleak wind brings his voice to her

the last words of one at loss

“Why do they leave me so alone, 

Alone on my wooden cross?”

Who does he answer to when his blood thins out like hay,

When the weight of the sun

blinds sullen eyes with 

Rays of dismay.  

Stretched out on the pale grass,

A boy and a girl. 

Her listening to his labored breath,

His struggle ends 

as her voice is heard.

Stretched out underground 

A man and his grey world

Saying nothing, never singing,

Giving silence for silence. 

A man and a woman with

A last glare of poison and stillness.