From the fiery corn

Like a child   past reason  waits for  return
A  hare jumping aghast from  fiery corn
Like an impotent singer  whose voice we spurned
What a child   losing Mother has  learned,has  learned
Like a sinner suffering   that pain which burns
Like  the   old and  lost and all  humans forlorn
Like a child  losing hope of  mother’s return.
A hare  leaps  up high,high from  the fiery corn
Blood red the sun; blow the ram’s horn