Eyeless face tilts to
night skies; swift meteors leap
above, cloud to cloud.

sweaty work till a shadow
chills with outstretched arms.

Garden effigy
smiles on peas, but in cornfields
the guard is somber.

Sun glints on feathers
blue-black as the crow watches
crucified clothing.

A tatter, a wreck
sprawls amid winter stubble
with no bones to pick.



First published in Under Every Moon by GL Francis, 2013 (publisher: Charlie Dawg Press).
Illustration by GL Francis.
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