Getting thinner and thinner
and skinner and *****
and gloomier and weaker,
unhappier and paler,
depressed more and crazier
and messed, death-obsessed
and stripped to the ribs 
and scarer and thinner
and lighter and paler,
less pretty, enslaved and
less happy, not happy,
Auschwitz-like, so horrid
self-killing, deploring,
and faker, unhappier
and skinner and broken
and scarer and scarer
and thinner and thinner
and thinner and thinner
and ghostler,
and death-like,
fibre-glassed,
dead thin,
dead,
inside and out.

Wise scarecrow with
Awareness both harrowing and
fallowing, wisdom and knowledge.

Straw in glove you stand in a field
straw man, scarer, protecter of the
unseen world, and fields.

Kuebiko (崩え彦 "disabled prince")
you have no legs to roam,stood out in the wet and cold.
You and I Mr scarecrow are alike, no working legs.

Afflicted ******,our minds still know
Impaired we are a pair of straw myths
Because he stands all day outdoors, he knows everything
Because I sit all day indoors, I know time.

Beneath horse hair flax a wretched creature stirs,
off the well marched blood stained tracks
beyond the ***** ale soaked house,
The Scarer wakes with field mouse.

The dust of bones that fell in France
was scattered here to bring advance
to farmers field and heavy plough,
The Dead are churned to feed us now.

A soldiers ******* boy who no Mother ever mourns
another blasted Cannon, another Empire Dawn,
his clapper claps to scare the birds
Each clattered beat drowns out his words.

Across these patchwork Jaded Hills
an echo gently whispers still,
of all the voices never heard
Drowned out by time to scare a bird.

Provider of doubt
Pre-scarer of many
The ***** in you hides inside of your *****
The ***** in me prefers problematic
Insecurities prove self-Satanic
Blood I bleed is that of a hopeless romantic
Society full of timeless encounters
In my dreams I see visions and fathoms
The air I breathe is a wicked enchantment
What you see I hope is a reminder of me

The closer you arrive
The scarier things get

But I still don't know
What exactly is it?

Sometimes beauty
Sometimes terror

Sometimes wisdom
Sometimes error

Sometimes mystery
Sometimes scarer

Sometimes chaos
Sometimes fairer

I once as a child
Was a ring bearer

Frodo was 50
When he chose

                                Darer!