Husk and Stone

Author | Ken Allan Dronsfield

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.
Geese feed in flocks as the night
haze burns off.
Wrung ones 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 and rope.
Crows and ravens pick clean
discarded husk and bone.

About the Author | Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, poet and fabulist originally from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. His work can be found in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies worldwide. His two poetry books, “The Cellaring” a collection of 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work and his newest book, “A Taint of Pity”, Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection, are available through Ken is a three time Pushcart Prize and twice Best of the Net Nominee for 2016-2017. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.

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