An Apple a day;
You and I shared this day;
by cutting it  half  in ****;
From one angle, I saw you,
swallowing; throat jammed;
No thirst; No hunger;
at the  hanging dried-up breast;
from another angle;
Just like a pale;
Ruined, dead body;
You became the debris
of a divine love,
inside your womb;
no more little seed can grow;
And you remain so simple; humble
Beside a sharp knife on the top
of a dining table!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI