i eat an orange
toss a rind
the worms delight
and then they dine
juice slips down
my chin and face
the skin sinks in
the earth at pace
becoming bed
from which a tree
will spring, who then
more fruit bring
abundant earth!
made an orange
and it was beautiful
and ripe and whole
and it fed me
who fed the worm
who fed the earth
to make a tree...
who sprung a fruit...
who fed a fruit...
who fed a worm...
and so it goes...
i'm a fruit
i've got sweet
i've got flesh
and i've got rind
i am beautiful
and i feed
and i know
that in my time
my soul will rise
She will return
and then my rind
will feed the worm
will till the earth
will grow the tree
will feed its fruit
and so you see...
that while I cling
to juicy drip
of life while She
maintains Her grip
i trust what bitter
might taste the end
will sweet the cycle
once again