iCON

  by Shaun Lawton 

Apple itself is a bite

 taken out of the sky 

     behind the wave
  its outline a mirror

 in which you can see 

  your own pupil
the stem is in the shape 

of an eye canted 

  at an angle
 like a chromatic accent mark

   on some forbidden icon
 with its camera pointed

 double barreled straight 

at you rendering 

  your virtual doppelgänger 

image in reverse
 stored in the cloud 

  for future downloading 

into the matrix
 of the fusion on our 

   post-human streets 

 where we’ll fail

  to remember that it’s really

just ourselves haunting 

these alleyways
with the fading impressions 

of ghosts shuttling  

  by in our cells 

     while a poison moonrise 

    eclipses our long frozen 

  vision to develop 

 our immunity 

to having our dreams 

  turn into hells