Bitter-Sweet Pods of Acacia

Dr Abe V Rotor

Mature pods of acacia 

I wonder how you can make sugar,  

     from the sun to leaves to pods;

wouldn't the same process I know,

     unlock the secret of the gods?

I made your pods into syrup;

     if goats love it, why can't man?

But, oh, how I brought Golgotha 

     down, its taste is next to none. 

I fermented your pods into wine,

     Ambrosian taste my goal,

Oh, not even by nature's aging

     could make a drinker a fool.

I looked up at your spreading crown,

        and wondered what good you're meant,

   cracked your pods for a final taste  

       of life's bitter-sweet taste and scent. ~