Strange Fruit Poem by David Brooks

Strange Fruit



I dreamt I was a tree
covered with strange fruit.
Well, no, I lie:
there was no dream,
there was no tree

but what am I to do
with these dark things
breaking out about me,
splitting,
oozing with sap?

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David Brooks

David Brooks

Canberra / Australia
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