Of land
Claim it
Tame it
Have faith the crops will grow
I have no scarecrow
Just my fleshy skeleton
A heart of playdoh
But I can slip
Into something more comfortable
I can change
My form
My shape
I can be what he needs
I can waste my life
Can you say the same?
A forgotten field
A dead desperate tree
Burn it
Kill it
But have faith
Those crops will grow.
Written Feb 5 2016
