Scarecrow

[-J-]

(Tune in my head: Gene Severens - Scarecrow, Michael Severens arrangement)

With its arms outstretched towering

Imbued with a specter --

I see crows cowering

before this stone-faced protector.

Whose crops are these within the field below?

Do they belong to the farmer

who I will never know?

Mercurial and unforgiving

was the carpenter who built that scarecrow

clad in graven armor.

He never truly knew his subject

or the people he fed with this field's crops

sharecroppers mocking his object.

No -- it belongs to the aphid

whose feeding never truly stops

while untended crops go rancid.

You ask me to contort

in praise of an in absentia sculptor --

But what happens when I cannot support

this twisted crumbling Cristo Redentor?

[Sharp]

Even before that final line, I had an image of Rio de Janeiro in mind, with The Redeemer 'watching' over the city. And all the while beneath his blind gaze, evil devours what goodness remains. And as this goes on, the corrupt authorities siphon public money into their own accounts, allowing the city to fall into ruin.

Then I read the final line, and nodded to myself.

[-J-]

(08-02-2016, 05:50 PM)Sharp Wrote: Even before that final line, I had an image of Rio de Janeiro in mind, with The Redeemer 'watching' over the city. And all the while beneath his blind gaze, evil devours what goodness remains. And as this goes on, the corrupt authorities siphon public money into their own accounts, allowing the city to fall into ruin.

Then I read the final line, and nodded to myself.

It's funny... I was inspired by The Redeemer for sure, but once again I think my mind veered off into something completely different, with plenty inspired by the music link I posted (and the man behind the original tune as well).

[Sharp]

Well, whatever the 'intended' meaning (if you even had one by the end), I enjoyed the metaphor.