[a draft of an idea that has been circulating for a long time]
and the bananas taste like blood
and a 100 years of colonial solitude
are ended by the reign of ants (a known metaphor for socialists)
and the orange juice tastes like blood
and all the fruits are bleeding
and the earth itself is bloody
and my head swims from the blood
my daughter is drinking
and its normal
like a supercow
and the blood oh the bloody civilization
that makes fruit out of blood
because they
will always pay less and murder
if they can get away with it.
it makes me sick
this drinking of blood in
the milk and the murder on my lips
reminds me of a man
walking like he’s got a 100 grand
in the bank
and credit left over to boot
but he’s still anxious
and yelling at his neighbors
the blood in his face
swelling the veins in his temples
till one bursts, pop!
the blood returns to the land
and the river
by way of the nostril to the gutter.
