Pomegranate

A heart is ripped open
Greedy hands, groves lined upwards,
Jagged Knife, broken glass, smooth sword
Palms out, weapons in the hands of the fallen
Reach forward, pull back, tear open

Pomegranate
Cut and sweet, red and raw
Sliced and bitter, red and sore
It bleeds
Juice falls on the grass, red water
That feeds the tree
The tree cries, rotten bark and dying leaves
The tree dies, broken trunk and thin roots upturned

Dried pomegranate
The sun bears down with unknown force
It dries, dies, it's brittle and faded
Open to infection, slowly rotting
Death sinks his teeth in

"Sweet, dried pomegranate"
He speaks, a thin smile of cracked teeth
An empty shell remains, broken
A frame, canvas torn
A mirror, glass broken
A pomegranate, seedless

You say it like it's a good thing
Tough skin, worn on the backs of brave men
Courage you can't hide, experience you wouldn't buy
Broken, old aged yellow, thin cracking outer shell
Stained from the red water that once bled for the tree
Crimson ink bleeding onto parchment
Blood borrowed from the innocent
Dripping down the chins of the broken

Pomegranate
Sweet, dried pomegranate
Carved with the sword that sliced it
A warning to all young girls, the clean
Don't let him cut you and make you bleed