Last Apple Tree On Earth
© Surazeus
2025 12 20

The old man in tattered jacket and pants
waits in the urgent care clinic at noon
for the winter storm that never arrives
to shroud the fruit tree on the hill of skulls
because snowflakes wait in heavenly clouds
to preserve apple seeds in frozen soil.

The young boy in brand new pants, coat, and boots
walks across the field of bright pristine snow
to stand under the tree where god once hung
nine days and nights with one electric eye,
and asks the blind angel with crippled hands
if he can find the home where no one lives.

Eyes blinded by strange beauty of the light,
the young boy in the field of bitter snow
watches bees drift far across the multiverse
to sweeten tea of martial-artist seers
who dance with Death in woods of faceless ghosts
where psychiatrists burn books of fake poems.

The seed of the last apple tree on Earth
explodes from sorrow of the frozen soil
to shade one spot in the waste land of words
where couples dance to the Blue Danube Waltz
before the meteor strikes the spinning globe
and shatters illusion of paradise.

In the psychiatrist office of faith
the young teacher with no children at home
plays chess with Anger in angelic robe
but always wins against proverbs of faith
so she drives circles in the broken car
around forever in the city maze.

The car mechanic wanders streets at night,
reciting poetry of broken hearts
to telephone poles where angels abide
that explain the secrets of life he learns
while pondering lifestyle of the honey bee
preserved in nature of the avalanche.

When the teacher and the mechanic meet
by random chance beneath the frozen tree,
their hard eyes spark electric flash of love,
so they hold hands and pledge eternal troth
but they both die after their son is born
who stands beneath Tree of Fidelity.

Raindrops stuck in clouds know secret of love
so they transform to snowflakes in the cold
that nurture seeds to grow into fruit trees
fertilized by bees on the river shore
so the waste land blooms as Elysium
where he sees the cute girl riding her bike.

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Orpheus and Ophelia gaze at their new-born son Orion and hope he has a long and happy life after they die in the car crash on the highway of fate.

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