Kernels of gold sowed in sweat.
Embodied husks designed to protect.
Multicolored grain,
a heavenly harvest.
The plague in the Garden—
one locust started—
the Reaper ransoms to forget.
A rotted ear only hears the screams
of its own dissection,
an eternity of introspection.
Rows of corn restless with guilt.
The cup of wrath
tilted and spilt.
Then there’s redemptive fire.
It purifies the kernels
and sweetens the heart’s desire.
Fields of smoke gnash their teeth,
spit out the grasshoppers and birds
that eat … the seeds
and the precious yellow it breeds.
This crop is ready for inspection.
It’s packaged and shipped
with a label that reads,
“Predestination.”
A code to decode this cipher: Gold symbolizes Corn and corn symbolizes the Soul. The Husk is the Body.