This Dead Body Is Not An Apple; It's Either A Cucumber Or A Pear Poem by Rosa Jamali

This Dead Body is not an Apple; it's either a Cucumber or a Pear
(Elegy for a Dead Apple)
A Poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the Author

We are mourning but the apple is a cucumber
We are praying
And the apple stops being red.

There are some forks and a platter
And we are peeling the potatoes.

'Enjoy!
My fingers and preserved peach.'

That's how I serve my beloved guests.

We are expecting the apple's death
But the apple is not going to die
We are yawning
Beating the apple
Scratching the apple peal
And extracting the black kernels.

'It's good for cough! '

'You are dying in your black kernels, apple!
You are not suffering
You are dying with no trouble, apple!
Do your last rites, apple! '

This Dead Body is not an Apple; it's either a Cucumber or a Pear.