Broken

 
 full 
 full as a plum
 stuffed by time
 and ripely red
 juice which stains
 like blood
 smears and sticks
 on skin or fabric
 when split
 bitten and broken
 the teeth of life
 raw pain
 ruptured
 burst and weeping
 shallow heartstone
 its fringe of flesh
 clinging, imploring
 in the pitiless
 heat and 
 heavy tread
 of the orchard