the
silly ravens cackled
at
the
scarecrow's situation
being
stuck on a wooden pole
and
the ravens
would ****** straw
from
his
raggedy Ann hand-me-down clothes

young lovers
who
are
still
tethered souls
in
the
scented moonlight shower

bat wings
resonating
flickering
fluttering
floating
dancing
tumbling
­bouncing
from
the
light of
the
strawberry moon

you called
to
save your friend
who
is
trapped
in
the
time machine again

the
moon
have reverend eyes
that
take me back
through
the
Perrie planes
where the wild winds blow
back and forth
through
the
tall green switchgrass
with
a white painted
wooden church
planted firmly in the ground
and
with
her
narrow steeple
pointed up
towards
the
Kingdom of Heaven

every
word and thought
brands the mark of slavery
the mark of the Devil
upon
the
backs and shoulders
of a stolen People
from
the
sweet Motherland of Africa
without
being breastfed anymore
shall
hoist the sails of slave ships
bound for
the
new world

large-billed crows
caught
laughing aloud
unafraid somehow
after
stealing fresh straw
from
old scarecrow
stuck on a wooden pole
without a brain to endure
who
helplessly singing
a few bars of the song title
Bring Him Home