Christ in the corn
I
saw the corn last night,
the
dreaming corn,
the
corn and ears of all mankind ever
in
these fields.
I
saw it this morning around five o’clock,
when
Christ came,
that
pale hour, when children are born
and
fires break out.
It
was so beautiful. They slept so silently.
And
Christ passed like a moon through the corn.
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