Bad Apples

Bad Apples

1.

Look, the world is
flat (they just haven’t
proven it yet),

its exact edge a sign
that god is guilty, where god
equals one square inch

of buried evidence in an
apple orchard
abandoned last August.

2.

A bad apple
only wants to fall somewhere
near its roots,

to be dismantled by
ants and carried
away from its core

like a word from its
significance, significance
from its sign.

3.

Whoever thought this funny
and tore down the
stop sign: the cops

are looking for you.
I died last night—dropped
right off the

edge of the world. That sign was
there for a reason.
That apple was there.

 

by Ryan Dowling

2 thoughts on “Bad Apples

  1. Love this… “…carried/away from its core”
    I also love how “the cops” work in two meanings from its own stanza to the next. Beautiful transition. Thank you for sharing this poem.

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