Marigold Field Poem by Logan Fulk

When at dawn were all just pawns
Who toil until the evening
Who use every last bit of brawn
To have the skeptics believing

At dusk were all just shallow husks
Who lie in wait for the break of day
Who feel like we're speared on the tips of tusks
And no one can hear what we say

The delicate flower of a seasonal change
The glory of life so fast
We take the coin of life as nothing but change
Until our life has passed

As gently as the night
The time we try to buy
Our end is bane like night is fright
Never again shall we see the sky

All my wounds have not been healed
And everyone gathers to weep
I lay down in a marigold field
And quickly fall asleep