Corn -Shucked
Across carpeted maze in Mid-west
Harvesting machines munch lines
While a black cat crouches inside rusty
silo
Carefully licking the mouse from between
its paws.
Heaven's more than just a place
Above surreal skies
Amid colourful droppings of cradled
warmth
Rained in Wichita and innocent cottages
nearby
The cat moves away washing thought
While a harvester whirls around
Stainless blades in space to snip heads
From these fields of gold
Night comes unleashing its scythe on
half cut corn
As the machines quietly doze
In calm calculated continuity
Then the wide-eyed cat appears
to reap their souls.
Corn
-Shucked
