The Kiwi Fruit -- A Villanelle
The people, playing their love on a lute
Trying to find the light in every day
And yet, beside them lies the kiwi fruit.
The life of the Earth lies in its taproot
The celebration of the solstice day
The people, playing their love on a lute.
It is a human’s promise to salute
They swear to protect all of life’s mainstay
And yet, beside them lies the kiwi fruit.
The promise is broken when they pollute
They have a new debt of death to repay
The people, playing their love on a lute.
A sacred animal they hunt and shoot
And the loss is much to their dismay
And yet, beside them lies the kiwi fruit.
The species they’ve killed wont reconstitute
With fierce hate they have turned the blue skies grey
The people, playing their love on a lute
And yet, beside them lies the kiwi fruit.