Sewing A New Head
On the scarecrow
she's screaming and yelling
at the crows
who still sit on her shoulders
whispering insults in her ears
pecking at her like she’s
kernel corn, which is
meanwhile growing fast
knee-high, waist high
taller than the trees
ears bigger than watermelons
swelling fat under the
burning summer sun
I'm getting out of here
before they start to pop
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