Pomegranate
There is no subtlety
in eating this winter treat-
a pomegranate
a tempting violent ordeal
red stickiness permeates
your hands become tools
gripping its flesh in both palms
red to your elbows
hover over the sink mauling
each seed instantly devoured
the civilized get
uncomfortable pleasure
when they strike its cut
side with a wooden spoon
each seed departing its home
This poem is about:
Our world
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