Having failed
To turn our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in the sun
They now seek
To pluck away ripe purple—
Black plumbs
To grave the soil
With wrinkle laden prunes;
Guess they failed
The watermelon lesson:
Earthly green
Blood red flesh
Multiple black seeds;
We are children
Of the Father
Of the Sun/Son
Energized and fertilized
By the cosmic spirit
Resurrecting generations
Of dried and tried seeds
Germinating and blooming
Freedom flowers in the sun.