Written by: Vincent Procopio

Hey! There’s a fruit in the garden!
Shiny, supple, neurotic
She grows with quivering vitality

Glinty-eyed vampire of the rows
She renders the fertile loam
A barren concubine

Beware the unsuspecting seedling
How dare she take root here!
Sanctions of soil are harsh indeed

Roots wretched in sick haste
Sucking downward

Who would suspect
The glorious stalkdangler
Replete with promise of sweet juice

To taint God’s loam
With dark pulp
Of crawling hate?