Seed Tree, Feed Me
Provided by the single seed of Eve -
an apple was born, premature within.
Rotten fruit never to be placed on tongues
the buds wasted tastes of
substance lacking purpose.
The meat pleaded suicidal
drawn back from edges of knives by
these sacred heart beats,
Pounding out the form of a tree...
Amongst the blades of sharp green,
screaming sprouts mount but
they are sore thumbs in handy soil.
Dirty homes laced with hungry worms
awaiting tree-drops of spoiled fruit.
A flee infested woodpecker abandons eggs
& scrambled minds like kindergarten.
Daddy's chicklets long lost their cages,
& mirrors were backwards after...
Children feast off the apple's rotten core
ingesting the meat to a full state of mind.
The love affair, lost in abandonment -
is found as poison leaking into tenderness.
A tree now formed from a bad apple,
leaves a spoiled linage within itself.
Eve prays the tree will remember its roots,
when sap dripped like tears; & in later years -
spawn a healthy, newborn successor.
Spoiled fruit doesn't always turn out bad.