Restitution
The berries rot on the vine. Weep.
Sheperdia.
Bitter Berry.
Currant.
Goose berry.
The dark hands used to pick, gather-in
and sing.
Then, the jail times come.
Men led into darkness.
Some of them hiding in the Canadian
Mountains and caves for generations but
in their own way living good there.
The berries remembered, though.
And, how far away from them we had
to go to not live the captive life, our
mere existence a sin.