The bark of apple trees, injured by nails, drip stem juices.
Their heads swim in smoky dizziness.
Agitating monkeys are flung down to the grassy floor.
Bloodred tongues roll them up.
Constellations approach them,
and before crushing them reveal their true visage: carnivorous teeth.
Some monkeys escape, fly from tree to tree, screaming alarming messages of morning slaughter.
