I drink the essence of the ripened apples
Spoken in the Bible as knowledge
In all known chapels.
I drink to feel
I drink to numb reality’s chore
I drink to forget
I drink to embrace all the regrets.
The sweet bubbling scent fills my spent
As the crushed apples deliver their magnificent descent.
They help me talk to the ether
A moment that replenishes
Life’s decaying repent.
But I reach to the bottom shelf
Because 18 cans only cost a tenner
As it nourishes my visiting friends.
The Irish titan well.