People of the Corn
The dry corn clatters
grey and crumbling
a mocking death.
the wind blows from deep
within a fetid machine
it is a wind
of power
of money
of commodities
the corn knows
the wind.
snaggle-toothed
it speaks:
Listen prophet!
hunger it knows
dry weeping
for water
drinking
what is blown
grey and dying.
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About the Author
Hi. My name is Jeremiah John. I'm a sf/f writer and activist.
I just completed a dystopian science fiction novel. I run a website which I created that connects farms with churches, mosques, and synagogues to buy fresh vegetables directly and distribute them on a sliding scale to those in need.
In 2003, I spent six months in prison for civil disobedience while working to close the School of the Americas, converting to Christianity, as one does, while I was in the clink.