To think that, as a boy of thirteen, I would grapple
with my first pineapple,
its exposed breast
setting itself as another test
of my will-power, knowing in my bones
that it stood for something other than itself alone
while having absolutely no sense
of its being a world-wide symbol of munificence.
Munificence-right? Not munitions, if you understand
where I’m coming from. As if the open hand
might, for once, put paid
to the hand-grenade
in one corner of the planet.
I’m talking about pineapples-right?-not pomegranates.
(Paul Muldoon)
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