Apples Form Trees Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Apples Form Trees

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SEE HOW FAR THE APPLES FALL,
ROTTEN ALL FROM TALLEST TREE -
FARTHER BY THE SEASON FROM THE TREE THAT GROWS.

THE OLDEST TREE HAS DROPPED THE MOST.
THE GROUND BELOW HAS HAS HYMNS OF FLIES
AND WHEN IT DIES UNILATERALLY, THE TREES IT BREAKS

AND SPLINTERS SHARP - SO FAR IT THROWS.
O HOW TRUE THE SAYING GOES,
'THE LAST RESIDUE SHALL BURN IN HELL.'

Sunday, June 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,wisdom
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