Apple

The core burns, seeds of energy 
Burst forth through the mantle, 
Towers of liquid support the crust 
Of a surface green, shaped like an apple. 
A bite was taken, long ago, 
By some aimless meteor, that washed 
The land of its eternal emperors, 
When mountains crumbled 
And the seas parted at the seams. 
We, the opportunistic residue, 
Poured through the opening, 
Infecting the skin, cutting the forests, 
Killing everything left, searching for more, 
Spreading far and deep, carelessly, 
To all corners of that once ripe fruit, 
Like bacteria browning the flesh of a 
Skinless pomme, withered and dying.