Antithesis
Deep in thicket, a freight train
routes eastward like a young sidewinder
empty boxcars, sound of rush
wandering eclipse and
you hear the lamentation
of upcoming accident.
The train snakes its way through glade
leaving you in limbo, holding onto
red apple placed in your hands
and having clever worm inside it
devouring its flesh from within.
Gift me the stars, it demanded
before I gnaw at the apple’s heart.
Gift me the stars, it cried out
Biting deep into the apple flesh and
echoing the wandering sound
of the distancing sidewinder
