Friday, November 7, 2014

panacea
 
are they fresh or rotten?
ripe with love?
juicy with joy?
they polish your lips and insides:
the cherries of their kidneys, the peaches of their bladder
the pomegranates of their liver, the raisins of their heart
 
dressed fashionably in cellophane
perfumed with pesticides
soon they’ll be out of season
they desperately pimp themselves
to fill your fickle shelves
 
hurry and eat them
before they hemorrhage sickly sweet
please don’t scrap them
to be assimilated by eerie possums
 
removed with forceps
from a tree in labor
born to be groped and sampled
they marry some dashing vegan
not some bloodless omnivore
 
puree them into a shake
kindly imbibe
just don’t wipe them from your mouth
 
they live on your tongue and …
in your spirit.

James Mirarchi