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Steven Martin
Poems
Dec 2013
I suppose we do have a chance.
A glorious fruit
Hanging casually on a branch
Split from the navel to the jaws
Blood red insides exposed to the open air
Extended Hexagons packed in tight
Layered with skin around skin around skin
Separate little cubicles
Filled with chemicals
That change lives
And sometimes
The lives of birds
(They pecked into my pomegranate)
Ants and growth and decay and filth
Swarm the ****** wound with unbelievable skill
And
understanding
I choose to not let this one go back to the earth quite yet
Some would say I’m a hippie like that
Quickly carried to the operating room
(The kitchen)
Slammed on the operating table
(The cutting board)
First incision made
(Broke in half)
Guts
Spill
Everywhere
But deep inside
Surrounded by the ants and growth and decay
And filth
The most glorious Rubies
Packed with care and understanding
Nature never ceases to amaze
Its capability to produce such pure
Uncontaminated raw
potential
In an environment of such decay
I suppose we do have a chance.
Written by
Steven Martin
San Diego
(San Diego)
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