Scarecrow Christ
Hanging high upon my cross
Set 'gainst a sky of gray
Am I here to die for sins
Or keep the crows away?
Sewn-up, scowling burlap face
Embroidered eyes that never saw
The spear of lonliness and grief
Pierces through my heart of straw
Rows and rows of corn look on
Observing me in pain
If ever I'm let down from here
I'm...
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