Wheat Field Golgotha

The scarecrows carry the curve of the sky
on their crucified shoulders, wooden bones
looping this bottled sun in a bow tie,

silent as a daguerreotype. Their shy
straw hands conduct the carrion crows groans.
The scarecrows carry the curve of the sky,

a solstice conjuring sketches of dye
with tin horns and an incense of wheat sewn,
looping this bottled sun in a bow tie.

This wheat field Golgotha is left to dry
upon the dirt, sunrise trapped in a cone,
the scarecrows carry the curve of the sky.

If you look the pair in their button eyes
you’d see flares of God’s presence cast in stone,
looping this bottled sun in a bow tie

with much rigour. Eeny, meeny, as sly
as all crows, thieves of kernels. Miny moe,
the scarecrows carry the curve of the sky
looping this bottled sun in a bow tie.