Prairie Poetry   
  Winter Corn

Stalks ear-deep—
bedraggled scarecrows
propped, drooping.
Black beaks have pricked
your bloodless skin.

Your deaf ears dropping
make no sound
in the snow. In spring
hard black kernels
rattle on the greening earth.

  Stephen Stamp
  Copyright © 2006 Stephen Stamp
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