Melancholia

[billy]

i read this a few times and meant to come back to it, i'm here now

the light at the centre of the apple
can be gleamed from the eyes of a Jew the 1st 2 lines are excellent, i get light and gleamed, but for me gleaned works better.
as he watches a door close behind his parents,
remembers leaves, remembers fruits,
swelling in the back garden
while summer licks his fingertips. great verse, i like the extended fruit thing you have going on, and the leaves and the whole biblical thing

memories and endless night
mixing in the same paint pot,
until a colour unseen by
all artists up until this point until this point is redundant, it feels a little tell as well
begs to adorn the canvas.

such a useless, grim landscape,
surrounded by thousands of lights
in an empty gallery. we are all that ever was,
and any thing will ever be.

six billion minds heading for bed
once the furnaces are cleaned,
the battlefields swept and the slaughterhouse washed,
prepared for use by those awaking.

apart from the few nits i mentioned, i can't add any constructive feedback.
as to the content; you have some good strong images in the poem.
for some reason the last verse made me think of dantes inferno,
the 3rd verse worked well at producing the feel of melancholy and was perfect in tying the title into the poem. jmo
thanks for the read