Zea Mays Poem by Jim Milks

Oh my goddess Zea Mays
How you control my nights and steal my days
To you my amber goddess I do pray
To you many shall convert this very day
Convert they shall to this empire of hurt

I release you from your crystal prison
You love does flow like an amber river
To fill a glass that is quickly risen
Nothing but sorrow you deliver

I stare at you from your place upon the shelf
Though I know, better I cannot stop myself
Again, I shall answer your beckoning call
and await my ruinous fall