The Scarecrow

It took heart to stay and share a life.

In return I pledged to keep an eye

On the ravens on the wire,

On the serpents in the mire.

We were lovers you and I.

We loved and time went by.

Eyes are beads and feet are clay.

You would not be scared away.

Fireflies and satellites

In the dead of night

When you warned me:

"There's a snake nearby."

Arms like sticks and hands of hay

Failed us when you slipped away.

Now I'm sad to be alive

And I urge the sands of time:

Send your last remaining grains

Bleeding from my strawy veins.