Corn Circles Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm not interested in corn circles
not even how you came to be.
All I've seen is flattened, dejected people
Who'd once bathe your grazed soiled knee?

You may dance to your own celebrations
but please don't include me.
I've seen how your size 10 hobnail boots
have danced on their hearts and said amen.

I'm not interested in your accolades.
Only how you flattened all that golden wheat,
so proud you separated the wheat from the chaff
and left those dried-out familiar husks.

You may sing in the ranks of your own sweet success
but please don't expect me.
When you've forgotten all those lullabies sang
that once calmed a ferocious dark black sea.

'The view from the sky sure is pretty' no-doubt
and appealing to like-minded circling vultures.
But the bones-of-the-discarded can never be forgotten.
Ultimately,
they're how this feat of accomplishment came about.