While searching for something *completely* different, I came across a fantastic poem on the Government of Newfoundland and Labrador website. It's called God makes Fruit. http://www.gov.nf.ca/artsandletters/david_hickey.htm Judah David Hickey, St. John's, Title: God Makes Fruit meanwhile it screws-up with pumpkin — all the manglings of fruit and a sorry name to boot but forgives itself this bungling for the bounty that it’s bundling in the wild-eyed abundance of a bunch of a profusion of its grapes foil for the fascist apple orange is a lesson like the red wheelbarrow is sturdy is en — behold! this banana! sans early drafts and freakish prototypes we’re frightened in amazement while surely saddened too for there’s no limit to its genius with a periodic table... and these opposable thumbs... and a face upon a Warhol ... no Tyger could come close. as gods in committee dream the pomegranate so that somewhere in our pomegranate there’s this dream unfertilized... this passion, an idea, an excuse, nagging. but pear is merely work-a-day — plum a shallow peach — peach another version of the opposite of speech: all woman, all. and pineapple’s its view of hell and it abandoned it as well.