I better not forget my theme.
I'm going back to my theme again.
Yes.
This is called, "To An Apple."
This has to do with poetry unquestionably.
You are rotten.
And I sliced you into pieces looking for a wholesome part,
then threw you into the street.
You were eaten by a horse dipping his head
to nibble gently at the skin.
I heard later he became violently ill,
died, and was shipped off to be processed.
I think about it and write of the good in you.