Coffin.

I am trapped in a tomb - one knitted of straw,
My legs sewn together like a mud-covered mermaid,
I am cursed by the high and praised by the meagre.
I am beyond god - I am beyond human.
 
My hair is in pieces, like tongues of a snake,
And venom drips from my scalp into my fervent eyes-
Causing them to glaze like condensation on two windows,
Making my discernment misty and distorted.
 
My arms are spread, homage to a misguided sun,
Sacrificing my weaved flesh for talons of the fearful,
They may come, or they may not.
 
Now I am more fearful that the fright I should inflict,
Shrinking away from my plumping armour -
But the blood is coagulating and secures me to the wooden stake.
I cannot escape my fate, my fate as a scarecrow.