Kafka Poem by Leslie Philibert

You knew that reason
is an apple full of mould
resting on the long grass.
and that reason
changes God`s word

and that form is changed
by the hour`s dead flight.
You may be locked inside a stranger

or broken in the night`s strange glass
to carry a basket of broken rules.
It is the fear of being cored.

You knew that badness
fell from the sky, it is
not the nuture of a green tip
that pokes against the frost.