jam makers dance
upon the ripe berries
inhaling sweet cherries
spitting out the seeds
like acorns falling
from nests of squirrels
that land tenderly
upon your *******
humanity’s days are roasted
in the fire-pit of the gods
in perfect symmetry we are broken
in repeating patterns and forms
from the mantle of eternity
we fell and smashed the urns
that held our ancient ashes
and kept us safe from thorns