Pawpaw

The great ones came before me.
Although you look up but do not see them,
You know that they were there.

They held onto nothing to provide for me
So that through my sacred provision
Their sanctity may be known.

In this, there is truth:
To let the weak ones
    Eat your leaves
    Drink of your overflow
    Partake of your fruit
    Shelter under your skin
For I am not as delicate as I seem
Because the blood of the ancients
Courses through my veins
And into them.

And so it shall be with you
If you can disrobe your heart
To be of and through.