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!
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