How to Make a Corn Maze Buy some land close to town. Flatland, good for nothing else. Buy hybrid corn Engineered by Monsanto To grow to a monstrous height. Hire a kid to plow, plant, Spray, cultivate, while you wait Over lukewarm coffee in the cafe, Listening to the farmers talk. Keep a worried eye On the weather. Rent a Clear Channel billboard Along the county highway. Resist the urge to make A pun on maize. Go to the library and Study the patterns Of the Aztecs and Mayans, The sand mandalas Of the Tibetans, The hedge mazes Of Renaissance gardens. Then draw the maze In mechanical pencil, Making the pattern More complicated. Remember your intention: To make a man Who has always known Where he is Admit he’s lost. You know this man. The doctor who cracked His knuckles before He told you the bad news. The lawyer you suspected Of being in secret sympathy With your ex-wife. The head football coach, Who takes such pride In his knowledge of a field. When the corn begins to rust, Have the kid cut it According to your design. If you don’t get lost Walking it yourself, It’s no good. Hire some teens To run it for you. You don’t even need To be there. You can sit on your porch Through the late autumn nights, Leaves skittering Over the sidewalks. He has just admitted He doesn’t know which way to go, While you, you know Precisely where you are.
How to Make a Corn Maze
How to Make a Corn Maze
How to Make a Corn Maze
How to Make a Corn Maze Buy some land close to town. Flatland, good for nothing else. Buy hybrid corn Engineered by Monsanto To grow to a monstrous height. Hire a kid to plow, plant, Spray, cultivate, while you wait Over lukewarm coffee in the cafe, Listening to the farmers talk. Keep a worried eye On the weather. Rent a Clear Channel billboard Along the county highway. Resist the urge to make A pun on maize. Go to the library and Study the patterns Of the Aztecs and Mayans, The sand mandalas Of the Tibetans, The hedge mazes Of Renaissance gardens. Then draw the maze In mechanical pencil, Making the pattern More complicated. Remember your intention: To make a man Who has always known Where he is Admit he’s lost. You know this man. The doctor who cracked His knuckles before He told you the bad news. The lawyer you suspected Of being in secret sympathy With your ex-wife. The head football coach, Who takes such pride In his knowledge of a field. When the corn begins to rust, Have the kid cut it According to your design. If you don’t get lost Walking it yourself, It’s no good. Hire some teens To run it for you. You don’t even need To be there. You can sit on your porch Through the late autumn nights, Leaves skittering Over the sidewalks. He has just admitted He doesn’t know which way to go, While you, you know Precisely where you are.