An Apple of the Mind

There remains an apple that dares
to stretch out over the shadows
There remains the struggle over the shade
until the branch surrenders its occupation
There remains ‘some’ hand that uproots
the ground, driven by the pull of injustice
under the guise
of ‘a fault in the sands’
There remains a body of devils
emerging from the land to reveal
that the earth’s belly bears
a kingdom of demons ready for war
There remains a farmer
who divides the desired seed into two:
one for her children in their graves
and another for a spectre of an apple