"Halo"

I don't really know what to make out of this piece. I keep trying to find some deeper meaning but coming up short. My English major training has taught me that things are not (usually) what they seem. (I'm also not supposed to use the word "things" because it's not clear or very specific and makes me sound uneducated, but whatever...) I like it, but I'm just not sure what to do with it. One thing that I find interesting, that I only just noticed is the fact that it was written by a man--Michael McFee. I just kind of assumed that it was written by a woman because he captures the voice of Mary. This information adds an interesting dynamic to my understanding of the piece. For example, written by a man, in a woman's voice, the prose poem(?) depicts a man's jealousy. Strange. The ending of this piece really reminds me of the ending of a short story I once read, "Flowering Judas" by Katherine Anne Porter. It's this story about a woman, fighting for some cause (that I can't remember), and then at the end she has this vivid dream about a flowering Judas plant and eating these juicy plumb things...I guess it's just the whole woman narrator, tree, fig/Judas fruit, "burst"(ing) imagery, and Christ all together to form some sort of strange dream scene. Actually, now that I am really reflecting on it, it's wildly similar. Hmm. Interesting.