Poem 74 Revised

Very much like the acorn
-A glossy grove encapped-
The ebony beak crack
Clack cackling at the stem.
How then do you tell the acorn,
Wrecked surely from the feat
That birds too need to eat.
Very much like the acorn,
Bitter to the tongue and
Worse to the soil a foot
With gravity wasting no effort
To drag it smoothed under.
Very much like the acorn,
Thick shelled tree-shot
Lether-metal skinned seed
Where bird must feed
On the crisp new acorn
It too must be cracked to proceed.
—ECW
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