Apple

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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The great cast
of Eris then
lowered the red
walls of Troy

The diseased
apple rolling
from her hand
grey-green.

The city, with
her towers like
gigantic ninepins
unsteady

Stood straight
in the oncoming
path of discord
divided.

And down came
the fast-spinning
grey-green
rottenness

Smashing its
rotundity of sour
flesh into
the metropolis

Puncturing the
north walls as if
they were a masonry
of cobwebs.

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Out from
the apple came
snake-like intestines
of two armies

The hot brain-
pulp and bruised
rotten shreds of
Patroclus

The strychnine
core of an
everlasting rage
in Achilles

Helen on
the battlements
posturing like a
pretty harlot

All spewing
out, hideous
inundation of
bitterness

Burying the red
city under a
black sea of
corruptedness

Existent long
ago in the
beginning as a
true golden sphere

Standing on
Olympian white
tables in the
company of gods.






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