What Sort Of Man Of Straw Are You? Poem by Mark Heathcote

The lonely scarecrow and we have a lot in common
yes, we are both at times resigned but don't-dishearten,
don't-feel sad about him/your double-ganger scatterbrains.
Because he does have a heart an ear of corn the grains

-that could restore, fill hungry mouths and empty spirits.
Given a chance, just one grain can feed and heal sickness.
What sort of man of straw are you? One who nourishes
all or nobody - needful of their refurbishments?