Apple Poem
Bury my body,
Plant an apple seed six feet up,
The roots tap into the meat of me,
And get what they need to grow.
Bury my bones
And let those roots wrap 'round them.
Let those roots suck my body dry
Of blood and tears and turmoil and life.
Take the tiny hearts of the branch,
And they are each full of my blood,
The juice that runs down your chin
Is my sweet sweat and saliva-
The core you throw out, my spine.
These seeds are each a memory,
Core to me,
And hopefully special to others.
Fellow Man/I Love My Fellow Man
Religion
Without reverence.
How will you love a deity,
But not your fellow man?
We are nothing but human.
We are gross, puss-filled flesh
festering with hate and evil.
We leak red and yellow, gross, salty sweat.
We are all mortal.
I love my fellow man.
I am the same
Meat, flesh, blood, bones, marrow
As child-laborers in Cambodia,
As displaced Palestinians,
As slaves in central Africa.
We are human,
And we, only we, truly hate.
We are not the only ones that suffer.
Our children and animals suffer harder
The only ones that cannot understand.
I still love my fellow man.
