604 Over ripe 5-22-16 (to to 580 for key words)

The Ottomans and the Austro-Hungarians
hung from the branch,
rotting, over-ripe apples
to far gone for pie.
using millions of gallons of blood
and millions of tons of bones,
gently marched by and
tore them from the tree.

Since then, it’s been a century.
Now, hanging, past ripening,
other fruit wait for History
to make up Its mind
and pluck.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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