fencing fights for fruits br br a posthumous play br venom in the voice- br br like two world wars br men fought br br two women fights br over the fruits br that outgrown the fencing br branching outside the borders br fruits that falls at neighbours field br br deafening fights br br I said br Both of you are right br br They were confused br br Four eyes furious br Looked at me br Four hands fisted br I looked at it… br br I thought br How murderous can be some words br That mouth can utter br And hands that murders br br I said br It the tree’s fault br Laden with fruit that falls br Unknown of the boundaries br Teaching you to share br br You were right br That’s why you fought br You knew the boundary br br It’s the tree’s fault br It grew br without knowing the rules br without knowing the boundaries br br You should have told the tree br not to cross the border br eaten all the fruits br br if you can br throw the seeds at me br for I need the seeds br br to grow everywhere on earth br br I can give you br Another seed br Plant it br There shall be more fruits br br I said try this- br silence br mouth-shut br only sensibilities br of semiotic learnings br br if you cannot teach, br learn br if you cannot learn br try to learn…br br lovita j r morangbr br