rotten apples on the tree
shall we talk of waste?
how blighted is the morrow?
yet i can’t help but think
how they look preserved, in a way
hanging like some kind of offering
to the cruel winter sky
rotten…super rotten apples on a tree
howsoever can this be?
when a dawn breaks clean and bright
an apple falls, as apples might
yet these remain
and cling to birth
in packaged morsels
of wandering dearth
and as i quickly walk on by
i swear, i heard an apple tree sigh