Yew Poison

*this morning

the first*

*

food in my mouth

*

was the flesh* of

a yew berry

*

i *have learnt

how to

*

*suck off the juiciness

*

without breaking

the membrane*

*

that gets

to the poison

*

*it is such

a sweet

treat*

**

the last

*

gifts* of *autumn

*

and can hold you through the wint*er if you know how *to…

*

suck on the juice

without

*pulling out the *poison

*

so i had a second one

*

and gave thanks *to the yew trees*

*

*tumbling in their grove*

*

wit*ness* *to *time always*

*

that death time

*

that *just keeps growing and growing…