Fructum Vitis

Fructum Vitis 

Midday shadows converge on the

Grape that fell from the vine.

On fallow ground its crimson body is

Soiled by the loam, bruised by scattered

Rocks & roots, mocked by circling aves,

Disowned by the vineyard master himself.

In that noon hour, the grape is squashed by

A foreknown heel, its juice flowing out on

Fallow ground as shadows converge once more.

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