Apple eat

the rain, the leaf, the puddle in grief
the flow, the tar, a police car

a dead man, and his insides
an apple's red rind, it's red, red, red rind.
it's red, it's wet, it is solid.
it is 12 feet.

the rain, the leaf, a dead man.
a puddle cries like it never did
a police car, in flames.
the apple strews sanguine

a drop slides through the engulfing flames.
it requests passage from adhesion to rest
a bird lands near the man.
the apple eats

the rain, the leaf, tap tap.
the puddle in pain, where has it been?
where are the intestines, where is the red?
where is the big wet rind?

the rain, the leaf.
big crescendo
apple eat.