Pauline was finishing the washing-up after breakfast while watching with amusement the bullfinches and blue birds quarreling in the garden over the crumbs of bread she had just thrown out of the ... [+]
Pome and human
spawned from seed.
Safe in germination
an embryonic refuge.
Phototropism in its essence
arching toward the light.
Both fated to work
their existence, commodified.
One to feed, off sunbeams and sugar.
One to work, on bellies of offal rice, mouths of cotton tufts.
Both grown
For Profit.
Both destined to suspend
from woody limbs.
A timely harvest,
pageantry of
prized produce.
Humans are always in season.
spawned from seed.
Safe in germination
an embryonic refuge.
Phototropism in its essence
arching toward the light.
Both fated to work
their existence, commodified.
One to feed, off sunbeams and sugar.
One to work, on bellies of offal rice, mouths of cotton tufts.
Both grown
For Profit.
Both destined to suspend
from woody limbs.
A timely harvest,
pageantry of
prized produce.
Humans are always in season.