Corn Dollies

Ere my baby ran and played
In the corn on midnight
days
Friends were woven in the grass
A 1000 dollies,
love by mass.

With her friends, she drank the
rain,
Pushing deeper a darker pain
Till when her mind
fell further down
Into the roots that bore her
frown

And the corn wove upon its
own
Dropping seeds, deeply sewn.
The dollies grew
beyond control
Dancing in their evil souls


In her sleep they came for her
Laughing,
screaming, golden burr.
Then all at once the harvest
came
We cut her down with the dolly
game.

But now in woven inside us
all
Madness waiting for the corn to call.