Field theory

The contraption was huge
Like a mountain of metal
wheels turning and tearing
The grass at my feet
Stretching the corn
Breaking it frighteningly
It rolled towards me
Coughing out heat

Its rumble like thunder
What was it I wonder
And me being so small
How could I get away
The exhaust on it smelly
Like a great monsters belly
I dived into a hole
And in there I did lay

The noise was unbearable
The light had extinguished
I could hear my heart beating
Scaringly I
It was quite catastrophic
Even philosophic
And I was now sure
That I was going to die

Covered in dust, clouds of it
Really everywhere
The pods and the leaves
Were all torn into shreds
The field had been vibrant
Ahead of this happening
The great force of gravity
Destroying the beds

I lay in the hole
Shivering wildly
Exhausted and worn out
And paralysed too
I had lost all my energy
I felt so deflated
Just overwhelmed really
As what to do

Still feeling vulnerable
For I could hear it
The return of the thunderous roar
Seemed close by
More stalks were shattered
Ripped from their roots
And tossed high in the air
Just Like parachutes
floating
Down gently and all around me
In a dust cloud and I
Thought I had gone to the place they call heaven
But honestly and truthfully didnt know why

I had left home
Early to have a fresh breakfast
To play on the corn stems
And swim in the breeze
The theory of living
Of breathing of giving
When all this destruction
And a powder filled sky
Happened around me
It was apocalyptic
And how my heart ached
But I still didnt know why

After A time I bucked up
Some courage
And left the hole
To back track and to see
I lived with my family
Down under the old barn
But the path and the corn forest
Where could it be?

It all had been flattened
The field it was ruined
The earth was all chopped up
With worms everywhere
The robins and thrushes
Were having a field day
As for me I Had lost
Quite a bit of my hair

Just by the barn was this
Great ugly monster
Covered in corn stalks
And mud in great lumps
And a man in blue overalls
Inside there talking
I ran passed the monster
Feeling down in the dumps

And under the barn
To my home it was still there
My mother in there making our tea
She said she had been terribly worried
When I didn’t come back
Then she said to me

The great combine harvester
Tore up the fields
Many a mouse perished out there today
And everyone thought
That I too had copped it
And were more than surprised
That I was okay