APPLE

Bring me the first bird

Who beaked into the juicy flesh of apple,

Chirped

And tales of a fruit

Spread like a silky blanket

Around the globe.

Bring me the first woman

Who hold the apple in her naked hands,

Put it in her curious mouth

And the bite took the shape of a serpent,

Bifurcating the earth in good and evil.

Bring me the first man

Who closed his hands round the neck of the apple,

Cried in his wildest voice:

" You are my apple,

The only apple, the golden apple,

The most beautiful apple in the world."

Bring me Antonio

Or anyone from Venice

Who thinks that a 

Goodly apple is rotten at the heart.

Bring me the first doctor of England

Who lost his bread

Because the queen gave away 

Free apples everyday.

Bring me those, first of their kind,

Whose job is to sell apples like hotcakes,

Metal boxes with tiny semi-metals inside

That I can't eat.

Bring me all the apple pies,

Apple cheeks, Apple eyes

And all the Adam's apples of this planet.

Bring me all these first,

Be fast,

Then I will tell you

The story of the APPLE.