Psonnets of Friendship
The Apple Offering

Why have you offered fruit unto this myth?
She cannot take that apple from that plate
and taste it with her lips, which never ate.
But from the plaster was she sculpted with
the hammer and the chisel of the smith,
and if you wake up early, stay up late,
and pray a thousand intercessions, wait.
She will not answer you, this monolith.
Come sing this idle idol's idyll, man,
while I will eat her apple to the core,
and let her turn my stomach, if she can,
as you would turn my stomach like a door
if I were like a real god, rather than
a statue offered apples from the store.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org