Once there was a tree with sturdy branches
Once there was fruit dropping at the end of the branch
Red soil yields strange fruit
Once there was a limb at the end of the brand
Dead limb on a living tree
There were flowers at the end of the tree.
Flowers on a graveside
Unmapped land, without zip code or address.
At the end of the flowers the blood
The blood, cries
The blood bleeds out
The blood asks: what have you done?