The sweet apples of human love
We're still picking and eating them
Or do you prefer the sour biting kind
Some chew like corrugated cardboard
All texture and no succulence inside
Corpses dressed up to look like apples
Beautifully arranged in market stalls
But we were only eating love
In those days dripping from our mouths
Each other's muse for the art
We were making of it the happy
Mess the heaps of brown cores
The pails of seeds gathered
Our plan was even more orchards
Even more apples of human love
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