We were grand
tall as giants
in the cornfields
Breathing nonsense
gravitating to fertile earth
We outsang the birds
Rejigged their lucid tunes
until they rang of ours

We were lords
with no followers
to duty scold us
Our lack of royalty
loss of regalness
went unpunished
Our preference
for the naked state
having grown in bunches
defined us now

We bought the hills
with dreadlocks of gold
And as we duly laid
animal-like in the dirt
we were harmony itself
And the scarecows
became our role models
so that we stood icy still
for crows to swoop
but never freely land

We begged for sufferance
so that we too
could learn humility
Connecting us to earth
Its vegetative umbilical
swivelled wildly
above our heads

And now we are Gods
we are those crows
…..those birds
…..those trees
…..those lords, giants, lovers….
We are at one for now
Perhaps soon we will be whole again……