MANZANO
One Apple embodies all the symbols of consciousness coded with wounds
from simian bite, one turn on eternity's spit and embers of
the national dream smoulder in "the broil of earthly life."
Smoke curls about the augur of seamless lips, a flag of flame
waves in motionless wind, empty patio chairs salute the irony
of a mountain born of fire,
stowing weapons like an overbaked
apple black to its heart.
Unconsciously
cooking in a crucible
in a part of the brain boiling below points of view far from
the wrist, as a cast of Falcons
rake past the speed of sound, swallowing the limits, transmogrifying
the very earth to a ravenous bird fouled with reddening
face.
A
fence is an illusion of its own linkage, ignoring sand blowing
between its teeth, stained with ash crashing
onto the patio's carpeted floor of
delicate biota and militant bones surrounding a fresh
core.
