The Tree

thrust, grow
green fall
White bite
Die, live
rise, thrust
Grow green
White fall
Grow sweet
Sweet fall
Round green sweet
This map of worlds
Sweet running
From the corner of my mouth
Sweet trickling down my throat
And at the heart
hard bitterness
If this the fruit that Adam ate
that locked our heavens gate
with just one bite
my god, my lord
I would have swallowed whole
The Tree