We are cows grazing
In our homes,
Plump,
People,
Waists,
Growing adding
To a full middle line,
We are nearly ready
For the slaughter,
It makes you think?
Who's table will we be on...

Dead eyes take everything in
Cross-stitched,  
Never open,
But nothing escapes its dead view
On the cross it hangs
Movement seen
Mind contemplates,
Gust of wind,
Old tattered clothes
Adorn it body
Silence is its terror,
The corn grows flush year upon year
Crows carcasses
Bones circle this tattered thing
Half buried in mud
Black feathers in the wind
No friend of the sky now perches here
Curiosity,
Playful,
Hide & seek,  
Children find the scarecrow
Open a button,
Hand goes in, a bird nest rests
Fingers indulge,
All that is heard is children's fear
As decomposing fingers hit the earth below
They run,
Breath heavy
Tears fill little eyes,
Darkness invades the landscape
As night falls,
The curious have no hope,
Its boots touch ground, silence is heard
As branches travel in search
Children's screams,
Heard but now to far away,
But there are others here
Burning the crop,
Thought unseen, Music hides
Cries of terror now far into the dark
An echo of what was seen,
Its veins penetrate the fertile earth,
Wheels expel air,
As music hides the terror yet to be seen
Three of fertile Flesh
The earth if giving will feed tonight,
As one goes in to the field of dreams
Where nightmares feed
Nails of thorn rip a silent throat
Only in there minds they scream
Crimson life upon the corn
The ground inhales
Nourishment for life next grown,
The music silences
Only the wind speaks, through the corn
As three
Now two
Where life was snapped broken shards
Litter the ground, a miss stepped foot
Low light not seen,
Impaled,
Upon broken life,
Now lifeless,
Roots do feed as life drains into the earth
Now only one
Alone
Frightened
Fearful
Of what slept within the corn,
No breath felt
As inanimate things don't breath,
A feeling of wetness upon there chest
What behind now feeding,
Fingers of branches Ingest
The scarecrow reinvigorated
No longer thin, gorged on life
As just
Bone
&
Skin
Crumple upon the earth,
And the scraps enveloped
This night, the field & earth feed well
As the crossed stitched mouth
Upon the cross smiles as a
Mouth stitched closed still got its fill...

Landlord of the flies
in a digital cesspool
by choice.

I thirst for the shrill
For the last noise before death,
Before the knife was fed
And blood suffocated, the last scream,
A last breath cutting the strings of life,
Honoured, for those who do not release a noise ,
Free to go
But as of yet they all did scream,
No woman or man,
when death was near,
They let out the breath that sealed there fate.
The thrill of the ****,
To cut them deep as they screamed,
I didn't discriminate it didn't matter
Rich
Poor
Homeless
They were all prey, that fed the knife,
I came upon you,
With knife thirsting in hand,
I took you with the needle
Jabbing it into your neck,
Sleep momentarily
Waking to find the last moment
Not a man,
But a woman to your last breath,
But you didn't scream,
A puzzled look upon my face,
You all scream,
She looked on, a smile forming on her face,
I the killer felt a pain, sharp in my chest.
The feeling of wetness, I looked down,
A knife protruding from my chest,
I screamed,
My mistake,
Never let out,
As the knife wielded once more, she didn't pity
As my scream cut short,
A throat slit,
I breathed no more, my scream silent
The killer became the hunted,
I let out the thing I craved the most,
And now I lay
Quite,
Bleeding,
As all goes dark
A tear forms,
I died screaming and only one tear did fall.