BERRIES

those berries
squander
their bloody juice
upon your fingers

this,
their wealth, my dear,
their raw red currency

and
there are scratches,
scrapes and wounds too
their thorned
brambles like war wire.
out in
no man’s land
can hang a soldier

Oh
this is sweet skullduggery
stealing from Nature
freely
in this escapade,
adventure

returning
victors with the spoils

if the
world should plague,
close down, curdle

bloody sweet pie for
all and sundry tonight

Published by Damian Garside