Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Plantation

And there was awakening.
Eyes opened to truths and concepts virgin and raw
Juice dripped profusely from the fruit, cut into
Colored hands in sweet blood
Only to attract flies.

And there was fear with that great understanding.
Fear and lightning
Streaking vibrant and abundant across the flesh
Singed a ragged path
Straight to the soul
Left it a broken thing
No amount of rain could reconstitute
To allow any life to grow.

And thus it was pain
Becoming the remnant of life
A rust-laden vessel
Caked in the dried expulsion of tears
Which streaked across the flesh
Unforgiving
As it is with knowledge
And the dangerous appetites it brings
To the orchards and fields of...
©2012cchristopherbess

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