As I stare at this Banana Peel on my desk
I wonder at it's forlorn exsistence
It lies broken and empty
A dead soldier in the battle against hunger
Maybe this soldier dreamt of sunny days in a carribean orchard
Maybe he dreamt of a long voyage by ship
Maybe he wanted the fun and exciting life of working in an ice cream shop
For a minute.
Maybe he had no dreams.
Maybe he is merely the skin of the ovary of a highly cultivated banana tree
From a rich tropical plantation
An ingenious design
To transport this valuable offspring to other more exotic locations
Maybe this banana tree said " I will give my child chances I never had here, trapped, forever rooted to this money hungry plantaion owner.
My child will be free
This hollow soldier before me lies alone and discarded
His head may have been filled with delicious and exotic recipes
Yet tragically, he has molted and been transformed to be passed passed passed