Poem: "Apple Tree Ballad" by Jeremy Void

Apple Tree Ballad
Jeremy Void

If you want an apple
pick it from the tree/

If you want an apple
pick it from the tree\\\

Only I got there
much too late
and all that was left
were rotten apples
left to waste|||

I stare out the window
at the night sky
broken slant rhyme
tear through my mind

I stare out the window
but nothing ever
seems to make sense to me
a broken set of orders
defenseless at the borders
consuming their odors

I’m hungry but the
apple tree is blank

I thank God for
all the blessing He
never gave me

I thank Earth for
all the corruption
and the faith
and the terror
and the waste
and the berries
I never ate

I thank the Sky for
giving me a sight like
a thousand murders
all at once
tingling my being

and I remember
that
if
I want it
I gotta take it
and if I need it
I better make it
but if
I break myself

I will fall
a hundred miles
through blank air
through a world
that doesn’t care

I try to bite my nails
but I can only eat my
own skin
like
the pecking order of sin
has left me nothing but
shattered molecules
to feast upon
when I get old

in this
backwards world

Aren’t you curious
about the disturbing news
of a race
in danger of becoming
no more
Aren’t you worried
you might be next?
A bit out of place
you’ve gotta sound the alarm

Sound It Before It Breaks——
If you want an apple
pick it from the tree/

If you want an apple
pick it from the tree\\\

I don’t want anything
but
a way out of this
place
only my attempts
are wasted///

Like so many of our young
decaying from the branch
an avalanche of berries
Where Are They Now >>>