Poem for St George’s Day

by Jane Mason Adventures in thought, word, and deed

St George’s day feast
Snap me off at the stem end
where I emerge firm and ruddy
soft tip running to
muscular hinge as I leave the earth.
Envelop me in warmth and moisture.
Roll me in your mouth:
nibble, chew, and bite
from your fingers -
finish by wiping my remains
from your chin.