The Straw Man

 by Iijia Dubois

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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. 

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