By the palace of gold There stands a ruin And beneath indented pillars Is a fruit for sale She has a name for everyman Who gnaw at her unripe rind Unpeeling her as six hands rape her It’s all about time. The pomegranate girl takes her cut Fat Buddha’s in a thin fan The toothless clinker takes his cut Checking his ghetto concubine’s dry He spits at her in the gutter As she clicks her ruby slippers Looking up at the stormy sky.