Sinuous wheat stalks swelter and writhe in Auvers' July-dry heat:
a too-bright arid glittering, a delirious rippling of sizzling citrine.
Doom-dark crows convene to swoop and scavenge on turmoil's tempest
under indigo, storm-swirled skies. A dead-end decision on a nowhere road,
his last-stand canvas smashed aside; a last stride into the smouldering gold.
*Vincent Van Gogh's 'Wheatfield With Crows' is believed to be his last painting