Apple

Familiar gun in the teeth
In between stars now
Brains become particles
After the blast
Last thought
Of a classroom
Busy students desperately trying
To earn that A
I have given the gift
Of my lonely skin
To the stars
To those cosmic appetites
I am constellations
And wounded galaxies
Dragging my starry feet
Satellites revolve
Through my blood
Transmit the information
To the earth
In lightning bolts
Coursing through the school
Into the student's brain currents
I exist in a movement of impulse
Always flowing
Through their imaginations
Causing the next revolution