the puffed
straw stuffed chests
of the older bogles
strained
through their sackcloth clothes
the smallest scarecrow
banished
to the barren lands
face bevelled
by desert winds
his one leg
frayed
into many
his outstretcehd
arms
bent in
the smallest scarecrow
the talk
of arable lands
"have you heard?"
"he walks!"
"no crows?"
"no crops?"
