The seeds are all planted
plotting with each other
in their silos of earth
about how this year
they will put on such a show
that I won’t pull them distractedly
or forget to revere their drive
before stuffing my mouth
we will seduce her
they whisper
planning their purple headdresses
their thick red flesh
a hit of green so unspoiled
as to remind me
worship us
we are only disguised as food
we are the champions
at the end of an odyssey.