Blackened Wheat

Wheat swings the field of black
Flies filled each vessel; slain seeds.
Sun burns across chaff in attack.
Broken armor cannot breathe.

One head stands unbroken amidst the Fall.
Pure brown padding never soiled.
From the same ground birthed yet through all
Flacking mire unspoiled.

Wind and rain bitter flaunt him.
Beat him black to flies renown.
Launch in swarms just to taunt him.
Wreath him in biting crown.

All the flies now rise and stutter.
Rush the only still-strong wheat.
Death filled love now totters.
Broken stalk seems full defeat.

Black crusted wings now cover
Former light, freedom and hope.
Other wheat feel laughing flutter.
Knowing new life to be a joke.

Days wait and seems as years.
Long weights drag souls down.
Few wheat fill with tears.
All now know they soon will drown.

From the floor bursts a fuel of green.
Lush light and hope dispels the black.
Vines and stalks as never seen
Grew defeating Death's attack.

Through single stalk springs new hope
all can see and be completely healed.
For flies have ever lost their cope.
When one wheat dies, new life is sealed.