when the gods
have spoken
silence,
like ice
slice
into the hearts
of the unexpectant.
breathing heavy,
feelings hollow.
when there is
no heat,
pressure
will melt
the ice.
destined to watch
the insects swarm
and eat away
what spirit cultivates.
destined to hear
the chances dropping
as wings hit the floor.
it is I,
the scarecrow,
a deterrent example:
you may never dream again.
not too much more
icicles in the desert.
whatever you give me,
give it to me undivided.
thank you for your quintessence:
"if you're out of ordinary,
you need a refill."