Last Tomato

LAST TOMATO HANGING

dried vines
juicy red fruit
split from recent rains

bees and bugs
and butterflies
lick sweet fermentation

fly off with silly grins
spring's promise
summer's heat

boiled in its own taught
wrapper weeping
warm tears

crimson orb
pierced - penetrated
impregnated by things
with wings

robust living
pulsating
red womb
alive

funeral ants climbing
up golden stalks
crispy stems

dis-assemblymen
eager for
this season