Poetry of jobs

In the Book of Jobs God in thunder hated questions
Directly addressed to Him from ashes of sons, wives
Cattle , body, mind, prayers, rosaries of faith-all lost
To an arrogant divine omni- desire to prove a point.

Forget it if you mean to ask anything about apples.
Apples do not mean anything, even when polished.
A bite is sin when prompted by serpent of knowledge.
Every Steve bites his apple, even the apple of eye.
Every apple shall turn ashes, once the job is done.

 (remembering Steve Jobs of the Apple fame who passed this week)


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