diurnal
when we were fruit;
round and golden
healing every ailment,
firm flesh taut - eager
the first bite the best bite,
just begging your outstretched arm to
catch us,
twist and pull so that we fell
yielding into the hollow
of your palm
when we were fruit;
you loved us best.
[but i,
i hung near the highest branches, and you
you would not climb.
and so now, a spent seed pod,
husk and fiber
withered in the very sun that once burnished me
radiant;
now a holding bay;
i watch your steel divide
resect, most precisely
all that is left -
and i
heartless, empty
viscerally excised -
i fall to the earth and crumble;
my dust
clinging to your feet]