• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 09
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cornfield beyond a wood

last time i looked clouds
were a lilac haze of guilt

my gaze transfixed on a strange
mans lens      my mind taken

to bristling crops in breeze
sunrise is an unanswered greeting

silence demands questions
at this ungodly hour

is anything else out here?
what do they fear to find?

no bird offers a shrieked reply
no vole scuttles along the soil

all must have fled
far from this field

far from thick woodland
far from this hideous world