When I heard the news
I didn't react, I crumbled
walking calmly to fields
fields through fields beyond fields where
crops that just yesterday were tall
and still growing

Something seemingly so natural has since been
cut rolled cropped and controlled
like falling gold fools to be harvested.

On the corner of so far away from anywhere I screamed
out the heart and hurt until
sat down lower than blackberries
no longer able to hold up the emptiness

No friend, no foe, no tough love or sour seeds can make this better

But unnaturally growing nature
winds on still before me, says
I can only continue along with it

So I go onwards growing slowly upwards
forgetting the ground below blackberry bushes
but knowing that the day will inevitably come once again
when I am cut, rolled and harvested.