Tainted Fruit

Wait for the green
light by corporate Buddhas
until you can walk on
unholy water past the
strange stench of market fruit
never taking a stand
against the mess we
have made as we carelessly eat
from a modified bowl at the
earth’s table, wiping that smile
off every creature’s face and
taking the nourishing spit
found in nature’s pastures out
of their mouths in the
final gnashing of genetic teeth.

NaPoWriMo #5

*This poem is written in the “golden shovel” form suggested as a prompt for Day 5 by the National Poetry Month site. This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. The last word of each line of Hayes’ poem is a word from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem We Real Cool. You can read Brooks’ poem by reading the last word of each line of Hayes’ poem! I have used another poem by Charles Simic that is given as an example:


Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.

-Charles Simic

I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. Won’t you join me in poetry?



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