Cut Watermelons

I.

Because they are full of sweetest wet
Because they bleed illustrious red
Because their seeds are many and black
Because they give life to thirst
Because they may quench desire
Because when they are not cut
they are too strange
and hold secrets
that may put us in danger:
we have heard
a rumor
they are
the gourds of happiness
-of the gods.

II.

Take eat
This is my body
which is broken for you.
This do, in remembrance of me.

III.

Uranus is the personification of the heavens.
I am his ubermensch.
For now, this is my clearance code.
For now, this is my clearance code and my knife
Is raised ready.
When I get in I intend to drink deep,
But please watch my back with without pity.
How I choose to act like a Sabian virgin
is my business.
You have seen from this that I am aware
of sweet danger--all other things pretending
to gush needingly, like some perfect fruit does.
So I have no secret intention.
I will openly blame your desire for mercy
for having to come up
with a plan to bring hope.
As I live in the Land of Nod with you
I swear the doors to the heavens are green.
That is why I will say it this way.
Ubermench, ubermench! Open the ripe sky.

IV.    

Cut watermelons leave a legacy of wind.
As in to inherit the wind.
Flies know this, and so do you.
Outside: your outside is in.
Eat and belong.