A tear of red falls
Splashes on the floor below.
It joins those that fell before
So many, a stream of red
Drips,
Oozes,
Flows,
The arm hangs over,
Like a limp branch its fruit drips off,
The pool of transplant now full of death
It holds emotion that bled out,
The waters calm as once again
A single drop drips to the floor
The fruit of life
Falls,
Clots,
Rots,
There is no life in this branch
It hangs over it fruits have now
All fallen to the floor.