Pebble and Stubble
That which gives often ~
often receives nothing in return
Do not be deceived
by the writing in stone
Corn often grows taller than words
words often grow taller than deeds
In what field strides the Earth
with stalks as thick as dictionaries
We take a cache and fill silos
forty moons per one field.
Wrung its neck for our bellies
now we give it spit, hot coals
At dusk, we watch wise men
gather petrified husk and stubble
to fashion tablets
starlings, crows and ravens pick
clean discarded pebble and bone.
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