A tomato is also a love apple

there are no more wars in the terebinths,
Washington insiders are reading Václav Havel
Elijah has resolved to talk with me about salads
and seasonings, vegetables, and Jeroboam.

there are no more wars in the terebinths
they have swept out their insides with Beckett
and march on houses for resurrected truth.
They are silent kings proposing feasts
before fasts, before Mondays in Autumn Junes,
they have ruffled their papers and are
delivering pipes to sanctified witnesses
for Monday, for June. For artichokes
and gravestones, for gravity under
altruistic stars.

there are no more wars in the terebinths
though, that being said, Elijah is not pleased
with me. He refers to me as something
of an opportunist. Still, we will discuss
slicing tomatoes and remarkable salads,
made for mother, for new acquaintances,
for peacemakers.