The fruits are falling
Jostling
Caressing together
Breathless and oblivious
Over the body of the earth
They rot under one name
A high fence
Keeps vigil over their flesh
Reflects itself in the rounded seeds
Every spring it rises higher
Fences further round
That bellied splice
Of names
Shapes
And colours
And the human tree enfolds
All the land of bones and lineage
Overwhelmed by thirst
To vanish into the heavenly furrow