Of Green Things
Not dedicated to the ‘old lie’ about what is sweet and right
by The Green Ox (Richard Martin Oxman)

Me and Marcel http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM-Hdn7h7tU#GU5U2spHI_4 and Sylvie www.sosylvie.typepad.com were picking apples in our backyard earlier today. They’re out front now, having placed boxes of the green things on a bench for passers by. On our very quiet road. So safe, the neighborhood boys — some years from military age — probably wouldn’t even dream of pulling any pranks with the fruit… if we forgot, and left them out overnight.

They’re so beautiful. Sylvie, Marcel, the free green apples… the thought not to waste.

Someone will make apple pie, perhaps.

“If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,“*

*http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html

Oh, Jesus! Kids just like Marcel have to pick apples while bombs and worse are cursing them.

Somewhere. All day, all night.

While my neighbors eat American Pie in peace, having paid for the American atrocities.

They don’t know about green things, maybe. Or is it they don’t care?

Anyone who reads this can put an end to the illegal, unnecessary abominations by contacting me at tosca.2010@yahoo.com. Blessings, Richard, Marcel’s Papi www.marcelsgeo.blogspot.com. You don’t have to be afraid of me. See http://oxtogrind.org/archive/305. We can save ALL the children without spending any money at all. Spending very few heartbeats on… green growing things.