The birth of a Cocoa bean
From pale green
(or red or purple) you
turned
into sunshine signaling me
that you are in hurry to be
picked
from the budded
befruited
standing scepter
of the forest.
Why hurry? You will be cut
in half, you football-shaped
creature!
You will no longer remain
you.
You will be your many soft
white seeds
with smooth pulps bearing
your sweetness
with tempered sourness.
Then, you will merely be
scooped out right away.
(Children in the Philippines
will gently suck you first, though).
For a week, your soft
delicate seeds
will be fermented under the
seething sun,
or on some days, in a dryer
machine.
As if for you being picked
is a happy occasion,
you ignore me then and now.
Mind you, Dear Cacao, you
will be sun-dried for one more week
before your individual
selves in the form of cocoa beans
will be shipped out of Ivory
coast or Indonesia.
Gerlie M. Uy Copyright 2015
*A poem inspired after reading Chocolat
Here's my review on the book itself.
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