WANTED....one good lord...oR aNy gOD aT aLL

Blue gold in beauty...in the
promise and lie
Uninterrupted continuum
Knee deep and high
The grains of all life held in
billowing winds
A feast held in sanctum
Sacred fill...before kill...

And I heard them...the
children, and the beasts of
the field, innocence believing
In the goodwill...the meal...
And I cried as I heard them,
those babes and the lambs
In the paradise fields as the
plough rose it's arm
And roared, and...

I dreamed of those cornfields
and I wept in my dreams, for
I knew that to wake was to
breathe of the screams
And I walked in those
cornfields and cursed the
blue sky
For to die was abhhorent, yet
to live was... to cry...
Forever