Husk and Stone

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.