Far away in the nearest corner
\nwhere the brown hot orange tree
\nswung its globe the grass unburned
\nwas shaded green and dark below
\nthe hanging wood. A single bound
\ndislodged the fruit and stripped it
\nbare of its appeal. The branches
\ncold and yellow now gave out and wept
\nred tears that dyed the land at its base.
\nIt was all so base and we ate like pigs.<\/p>\n
(originally appeared in Montage, Spring ’74
\nas "The people pay to watch me lie.")<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"