Ravens’ Cry: Apple Ants

Empty soup can,
lid still attached–
razor sharp.
Apples plucked from trees then
tossed immediately
to cider tub, due
to vaguest bruise, minimal-est infestation of ants.
This ode to those grotesqueries of filth and ugliness.
Those forgotten; betrayed; far from home or hive;
those rotten; those decayed; those eaten alive.
No lightness or laughter in being, only oppression, aggression, depression–
each ragged molecule a testament to its own poverty and weakness–
while two drunken mourners shudder in freezing horror.
We are quite closely related.



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