scarecrow

by Jason Alan

in a field of bluebonnets

I stand directly in the center of it all

it is easy to forget

and fall prey to the sky’s empty call

the lines between heaven and earth

are blurred

and for one brief span

my wrath is incurred

the wrath of man

gasoline drips from my clothes

a click of a lighter breaks the silence of shame

within seconds I burn from head to toe

and the purple field is engulfed in flames

like a burning scarecrow

I stand as a reminder of all that is good

here to let you know

I would destroy you as well if I could

the wind will take me away

I’ll become a part of the earth

here forever I will stay

for my death is not the end. it is my birth