Stricken Empire

After Galaxy Apple, NY, 1964 by Paul Caponigro

One minute, you’re just a big apple,
the next, your flesh splattered everywhere,
Trailing odor, painful.

Pierced twice, thrice in two
places leaving white

gleaming pinholes in the universe.

Your presence in that space
your loss to the core.

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