I've heard them called Grains Of Paradise, <br />These tiny nuclear spheres. <br />That bring flood waters from your eyes, <br />And smoke out of your ears. <br /> <br />Minute, like peas in a sea of green, <br />Ripening to a fiery red, <br />Being so tiny and yet so mean, <br />Truly atomic inside your head. <br /> <br />Yet Mockingbirds swallow them whole, <br />And never bat an eye. <br />They love them so, if truth be told, <br />Like you love apple pie. <br /> <br />But Mockingbirds don't ever chew, <br />They don't have any teeth I fear. <br />They start gobbling them up in the morning dew, <br />They are happy to swallow whole, and never shed a tear. <br /> <br />I heard them called so long ago, <br />The Grains Of Paradise. <br />Cause sometimes at night they'll make you glow, <br />And bring flood waters from your eyes. <br /> <br />8/7/14 <br />ALTON TEXAS<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grains-of-paradise/
