Candy Shop - Day 8

 Gummi Bears

Stop saying "gummi!" -Marge Simpson

Trekking to the cageless heart

of the boneless forest, you find

the danger it was sure to hold

in a cellophane cave: a rainbow sleuth

of plastic cubs. You passed

no fruit trees on the way, nothing

to explain the scent, ripe

as July memories. The bones

they boiled to mould

these vicious little fetishes--

now surrounding you--

must have come from elsewhere

too. O happy world! To die

mauled by the claws of things being

rather than seeming.