Darker Shade of Empathy

Shriveling corn in late fall fields Haunts with bleak precedent My hope; and even tiny blight On the premise of a grain Assumes a goal's defect. Is this a sorrow made of seeing? Made of faith imposing on recurrence The promise of my scheme? And are not sight and faith in promise Grown within this common ground? If viruses and I are one, What makes our contradiction? Does a blemish travel in the seed? And should I pray to science's revisions, Believing god is not immaculate? Late fall wanes and hesitation Seeps through bending stalks And into my inclusion; And all my host of chemicals Rage interpretation.