Nehalennia's Basket

A bitter taste consumed.

Peeled of its flesh and rouge

Nehalennia's basket bore

The rootwork for cultivating orchards

With discord sewn by Troy

Feeding nations with their bottomless dead

A gift of distraction which forbade passion

Granted no acceptance when it was rolled

No Venus was willed to hold it. 

Elohim does not own it!

These digested seeds toward cyanide dreams

Are what fermented an egregious Eros to erosion.

The mālum of this votive

Turns Malic for the hopeful 

A deceptive key to symbolize things 

Glorifying fear with the need to control us. 

Human endeavour is shunned 

On the same ground 

that they're planted from 

Sometimes this tree produces a feast

Why put more into a core so fragile? 

That single mind once taught 

Earning one as a daily cost 

Yet, when we eat, we pluck the peace,

Imported cheap across the ocean. 

- How do you like them Apples?