Eris

Beneath the branches
of an ancient apple tree,
we wept for the passing of time.
We made our bed on fallen fruit,
breathed bittersweet foment.

Core revealed Cosmos--
one small worm

nibbled at seeds of discontent,

eating his wizened way

through blood and decay
into the hope of history.

(Image: Joachim Wtewael, The Judgment of Paris, 1602)