The Straw Man
by Iijia Dubois
I was always warned about the thing
The creature that crowns and stalks the night
He stands above the hill,
Powerful and lonely.
We are told not to speak,
But I wonder how he fares
And how a person can rule in such a fortress of solitude.
Each evening, I sneak a peek
And stare at his disembodied figure.
I gaze upon his makeshift button eyes, and sunken stomach
Each dawn, he stares back at me.
Dark, damp, and lonely.