Crop Poem by Jacqui Thewless

Lying
caused this blight:
half-light
filtered through chiaroscuro
windows.


Things that trick us are named
routinely with antonyms:
it's said that oil glistens
and ignorance
is bliss.
Each family's bed-rock
of faith is mocked.
Has common sense grown so un-
fashionably dangerous
to the health of our heads? -


I tell you:
politics is dead.
Personally,
I will shut my mouth this year
if it will mean less
terrible damage to the heartlands.
I intend to nurture the wood-stock,
and bring home fruit in my hands.