In the stunned summer sun

rows upon rows of

silent corn stand

   their postures attentive

but ineffective

except in the order of things.

I hover somewhere overwhelmed 

between grief and loss   


three sisters rambling in freshened fields 

corn, beans and squash

   a symbiotic sweet milk of the earth


The abduction of the corn  

entered    altered  chastened   

bound now to precision   


A singular armada of swollen ears

no longer listening


A survivor

I depend on the humblest herbs

too common to become a sport

Drinking teas steeped in wildness

we mingle in the blood

By moving together though

we gain momentum

Instead of rubbing salt  

like two sticks to start a fire

lamenting these golden

hollow walls



artist: Michal Lukasiewicz