Teotwaki
Teotwaki
The end of the world as we know it
will come when we know it.
A banana is known to a monkey
more than the world to mankind
who walks, swims, or flies around it.
Food is what we know;
all kinds of food
apples ands sex and all sustenance in between.
We name, observe, examine, kill, or keep
but as for knowing, as for understanding,
that’s only a representation
a photograph, a painting, a book.
The end of the world
is a buried apple seed still waiting to grow
into a tree
one we have not yet named
nor ever will.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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