Fruit People; Seed Lives

I peel my Bannana

inside is not the Fruit I want, 

but a little cooing baby 

staring back at me. 

I skin my Apple and take a bite

but not so much to my delight-

I see the core

a little people self-contained,

and all its own. 

Growing without me; with my absence

readily in hand 

they are prepared for their (silent) Seed Lives. 

Shaking my head wondering what this world has come to, 

I witness the dull orange sky peel back 

and something 

truly alien meets my gaze: 

a gaping mouth.