corn
corn fields remind me of graveyards.
the stalks and roots
reach deep around coffins,
biting into cured wood.
the yellow fruit distracts
from granite headstones,
bearing inscriptions
i would rather forget.
corn fields reek
of broken cherubs
cement benches
and memories
i allow to gray
in the back of my mind.
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Wow, this is a very interesting and compelling riff on corn. Very surprising to think of the plant’s roots reaching the coffins. Great job.