Red Apple Falls
26 Feb, 2025
Smog clears...
A forest of skyscraping spires is overtaken by storks on the wing. And by god I say, how they fly!
A sprout takes hold in a pothole, an exposed nerve of bureaucracy. And by god I say, grow heartily!
An uprooted tree caves in the Walmart manager’s office. And by god I say, your aim be true!
An ever-present force drags us down as we cross this ellipsoid like cars on an ice rink. And by god I say, use your blinkers!
A red apple falls into a bed of concrete and splats its sweet blood. And by god I say, protest this city, this alien growth of spikes on a smooth and holy world. Its roads will bleed black!