Apple skins dropped by indelicate fowl
curl as an allusion to Eden, or maybe Venus,
in a litter of fish bones, fruit pits, nutshells,
grain hulls and broken pomegranates
—white flesh jeweled with seeds as rubies,
as drops of fresh blood—
color, shape and texture insensitive to sacredness,
borrowed and supplanted
by the pragmatism of appetite.
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