THE FRUIT

THE FRUIT
10/29/95

All sides constructed collapse to collide and explode to reveal the fragile womb of our temple
For they are all sides
And they are all constructed
And the temple defends and threatens to publish our fears in the compost of shit
The assumed congregation
For they are all shit
And they all worship
And this is the city soon to be state
And this is the state that can not be forgotten
This is the fruit we have plucked from the tree
Come taste the worms
For the core has gone rotten