An Unconsumed Apple, Pondered


An Unconsumed Apple, Pondered

Two jocks
Walked between the school buildings
And fought over you,
One begging the other
For a bite of you.
One jock was selfish,
Refusing to share.
The other was spiteful
And bent on revenge.
In the scuffle that followed,
You were knocked
From the hand which held you.
The jocks sauntered away
And abandoned you
Where you had fallen.

The sun's rays beamed
Down on you,
Causing your cheeks,
Perfect but for the
Bite marks in the flesh,
To shine in the cruel heat.
Poor abandoned apple,
Lying in the sun to rot!

While watching you,
I pondered your future existence.
Would you become
A formless, ant-covered lump?
Perhaps a projectile
Hurled at a passing bus?
Probably just kicked around
By a lazily meandering student.

Whatever your fate,
You would still
End up in a secluded spot
Where the final decomposition
Would occur.
The earth, which bore you,
Would reclaim you.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.

With this last thought,
I left you
Lying on the sidewalk
In the noonday sun.
I wished that human death
Could be as painless
And unobtrusive
As yours.

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C.P. Warner
Fall, 1979

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