The Apple’s Lament
“William tell, William tell,
Take your arrow, grip it well,
There’s the apple– – aim for the middle– –
Oh well ... you just missed by a little.”
Shel Silverstein, Falling Up
Perched upon his head
Feeling quite exposed up here
This is not my fault
Blame that rebel William Tell
Why must I be shot as well?
Wind begins to stir
Arrow nocks, I hold my breath
(Not that I have lungs)
I had dreams, a future bright
Now I’m split in doomed mid-flight
Split in two, I fall
Juice and seeds spill everywhere
What a tragic fate
Once so round and full of cheer
Now just pulp, my worst, worst fear
03-18-2025
© F Aparici
This poem narrates the story of William Tell (a Swiss hero) who was forced to shoot and apple sitting atop his son's head. However, the narrator is the "poor" apple who is the only victim in the story.
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