Scarecrow Has Fallen
written by: TM Arko
Darkness descending
On the ravaged fields
The barking wild dogs at night
Bloody roads
Deserted barns
Shapeless forms
The killer stalks alone
There is no supplication for the dead
Within death’s dreamy kingdom
While the hollow men wander
Between
Reality and an idea
Creation and a conception
The crossed staves
Among frozen muddled fields
Those cold fingertips of mud
All the abandoned
Earthly principles
The sound of a slow train coming
Around the bend
The shivers that tingle the spine
Sad crooked highways
Through the gilded fortress cities
Of small isolated people
Like atoms
The honest liars
Inflated egos of the enemy
Hiding in their cloaks
Of decency
The wise only whisper
And no one
Listens
Destructive weapons given out
To young children
Hard rain is falling
The waters are flooded
With poison
Dead oceans
Plutonian shores
Lapping at the mouth of a graveyard
The fantastic terrors
Of forgotten souls
Unmerciful disasters
A broken winged raven
Taps on my rainy windows
Of bleak dreary midnights
I am a man without a chest
Unstuffed and hollow
My loved ones turned into
Puppets
Bleeding hammers
In the barren fields
Ghosts of old lovers are calling
In the silver slivered light
Beneath the haunted harvest moon
I see my
Scarecrow has fallen
Evermore and evermore
- The Pain That Revisits - April 25, 2019
- On Atara Street - April 2, 2019
- What Vincent Would Paint - March 11, 2019
