Peel
Burst
Citrus – flesh – ripped
               the gnashing of teeth
     pistons of sinew and pulp
                    thrust against the gums
                              they speak loudly of the burning sun

Stifled by a crumbling damn of cotton
                              fire not tamed
                                   but embraced
                                             made temperate
                           the fruits of violence
                                and the seeds of gluttony
                                      surge forth to their end.