Cost of Innocence

the roots sip water,
the roots sip wine,
the roots sip spit, broth, and brine,
and where we are buried
they rummage our clothes,
sipping bullet, and blood –
they mangle the mud,
but the branches –
the petals –
so far from the root
don’t wonder –
what rot plumps the fruit?

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