Where am I

Grasses pushing high up through cornfields towering

Beneath this, I’ve fallen and hard mud cracked and deep cuts

Earth lies dormant oh hear me calling.

 

I’ve never been here so this is unknown but now I’m here I

Just want to go home so,

This is not me I’m a shadow covered in shadows

And inwards all I see is darkness I have no outline and won’t be found

Until morning.

 

And the farmer comes with tractor to harvest his crop so scrapes the land

Scattering the crows black flapping caws rise above the corn, crying in shame

I lie limp and they screech and peace is shattered without warning.

 

The body left cold not warmed by glim rays soon clipping corn crowns

Feathered bodies settle back down only temporarily dispersed, this

Strange feeling, worms eating out through my chest pulsates and they

Feed on flesh with such incessant cawing.

 

My home seems so far away and these bones do ache so hard, I

Am a doorstop without a door in a forgotten yard.

Hold the pen and don’t tip keep tight-lipped about the corpse

Let it rot till rats infest its holes for the whoring.

 

And only yesterday the wheels turned on the tandem whizzing fast but we were

Unbuckled, I did not see the anchor fall or snag or leave us

Now I lie here sunk whilst the boat, where is the boat? And you?

Cast off with our mooring.

 

Be kind and do not look back or speak to shout out you love me

If then the weeds are left to twist about my limbs and climb above my shoulders

And into the hair to become more than me of me. Spare me that let not the noose

Tighten nor leave me a rope to feed this gnawing.

 

I was smiling but I did not look behind and now I see all this and can do nothing

But feel the breeze cold air and sigh to let out a final gasp frightened by the feasting

Frenzied dry fire rips through our land and I can do nothing

But sketch out the face I knew to hold up for those who question

Whilst that ambivalent policeman points out my criminal drawing.