Blood in the vineyard pools at the root seeping into dry desert dirt
Hairs underground drink the vermillion red rich with iron and wine
Veins ferry the deathsweet sap to leaf buds and meristems waiting for juice from below
They push out the sky in ripening time before rising into a cascade of orbs
Green becomes purple swollen and ripe enticing fearful, armed men to seize body and limbs
Crushing out life they forget they too are blood on the vine