what strange fruit grow in the shadow of the grown
strange, bitter fruit
inky roots grow up, gripping ankles to pull down
fertile ground, grown up children
each step through dark, muddy ground
those who grow in this soil plant seeds
more inky roots, bitter fruit
to reach forward and drag in the weaker
we walk alone together
the roots are in me, the seeds are in me
I could be a disaster and not even see it
feel the roots wrapped round my spine
I could be just as bad
feel the roots wrapped round my brain
I could be even worse
feel them drag me down deeper
I can't let it happen
feel them in the lungs
I can't let it happen
feel them in the heart
I can't let it
feel them under skin
I can't
I can't
I can't feel them anymore