Monday, 1 July 2013

Scarecrow

Scarecrow
sits by himself in the field
listens to the bird on his shoulders
smells the smoke of the burning season
watches as the corn fields smoulder
never sleeps at night
under moonlight
you see he has no eyes to see
but he sees just as well as you or me
and the wind teases his arms in the apparition way
but his lips don’t move around the words he can’t say

he has been here before you know
in another disguise
this scarecrow strung up before your eyes
have you seen him before
have you seen him before
have you seen him before

I believe you have.

You watched him bleeding tears for you
You let him heal your fears for you
You even gave him bread and wine and a final place to dine
Before you nailed him to a tree…

Scarecrow
sits all alone in a field of barley
thinking thoughts of how it was that other time
when he held his hand out for the whip of another’s crime
and bore the pain with a tight-lipped grimace
painted on his head
and he got to thinking to himself
“I could have lived forever but I chose to die instead.”
A fool
A fool
A fool you say?
Thank you
Thank you
Go away?

he has been here before you know
in another disguise
this saviour strung up before your eyes
have you seen him before
have you seen him before
have you seen him before

you know you have

You watched him weeping blood for you
You gave him a crown to put on his head
And just when he was going to call you a friend
You watched the pagans nail him dead.

And only then did you weep
As he wept for you

Scarecrow
sits alone as the sun goes down
and the lights turn on around the town
his stuffed face of straw nods in a gentle breeze
and he wonders “What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why do I take what they dish me out to me?
Didn’t I learn my lesson the first time around?
Little ingrates will pin me to the ground
Before they’ll offer me their thanks
It’s just the same
It’s just the same
As last time
I died for nothing.
I died for nothing.”

I died for you!