“An Iowan Worldview”
America’s crop stood straight, back to back,
Rose tall and fresh and green in many ways.
The landlord looks o’er all; oh which to take?
Harvest comes and all fall to reaping blades.
Oh crisp husk, whisper to me your sorrow!
You would, yes? If you had a breath to spend?
Only silence greets me on the morrow,
Cob and chaff everywhere, from your form rent.
The site, a field of quiet decay
Littered with the innocent dead, fallen.
Their seeds will not be planted on this day,
Tomorrow, ever, always never, then
The landlord plows and through winter he’ll wait,
Soon to plant, harvest; a circular fate.
Woot woot. Who rocks at impromptu sonnets? Me. That only took ten minutes. I wrote it because in poetry class someone wrote a poem about a soldier and one student said he hated it because it was too political. SO I thought I’d be a REAL smart ass and have my next poem be the same message, just in cognito. Hopefully he’ll end up liking it a lot, and then I can say something like, “You don’t think it was too political, do you?” Yeah. “America’s crop” is its citizens. You can guess the rest I’m sure. I’m not trying to start a political argument, I just HATE it when people say they hate things.