"Why?"
he asked,
"Why are they called the red stalks?"
For the corn were all golden..

They never did give that kid a straight answer..
Naturally, he went lookin'

As he pushed further && further in,
did they rise up to greet,
all the golden stalks,
towering.
And he began to lose track,
time, && his surroundings,
all stripped him of his belongings.

First his shoes, && scarf
jacket.. pant..

slowly..
until..

nothing was left.
(silence, but only for a moment)
Until a cold breeze did blow,
down all the golden stalks,
and leaving
only one red.