Apple's Corpse [version #2] Poem by John Paul Butler

I have buried
In the belly of me
An apple's corpse
To make a tree
Then when it grows
Out from my core
I'll take its fruit
To make some more

As time goes by
There'll be a wood
And don't care if
I'm not feeling good
As time goes on
There'll be an orchard
And don't care if
My body's tortured
As time goes further
There'll be plantations
I'll only care if
There's deforestations

For l have buried
At the centre of me
An apple's corpse
To make a tree