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
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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Thanks for taking the time to read it. I appreciate the feedback.
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