[our fall]

For Allison L. Peters:
I would have eaten the Fruit from your hand.

ex poeta

Long before this poet sang
the words of Israel rang through
to the West, where they were met
with praises—how men would come to know the plight
of their wives came from Israel,
its stories, its strains,its native tongue
telling them that wives were alway
sat fault, since that fateful day.

Long before this poet sang
a man over oceans cried to make
something that no one's eyes read before—
a chance to tell the world
the story behind the story
of Israel,a chance to tell the world
that he (blinded) could seethe Muses of Homer, of Virgil,
and make them his own
in a language much more vulgar—
vulgar so that he could
faithfully blame (yet again)the wives.

Long before this poet sang
a woman rose from the slumbering
body of a man,
a master who kept her
under him, who kept his arms taught
around her moist flesh,
keeping her down in body
and mind.

This woman is hailed
as the mother of all;
this woman is condemned
as the damnation of us all—
though what man
in all his right mind
could damn his mother
for eternity?

When man wrote of man
and woman
he made the cunning of the Tempter
that was soft,
dying to be bolted down
by the hands of man.

Though she had not been given a voice.

This poet—a man—now sings
of such harshness,
of such ease of temptation
through any sort—
especially that of
demonic notions.

The unfair trial of Eve
breeds remorse for fallen woman.

But woman is very much alive.

But woman is very much here.

But man takes woman and makes her
temptress in our Fall—
when woman only did it
for love,
for being,
for man.

This is for her,
by her,
through this unworthy poet’s hand.

To my fellow men

You would have eaten the Fruit from her hands.


Frankly, I don't think that I made you
(as women do)
but you made me:

Not from His hands, but from your
rib He molded me and breathed
into me this sweetness of
living with you.

His fingers sculpted my body
(perhaps the least amazing
and wondrous of His
hands' workings) to make it
this thing for you—
wide at the hip
and soft at the breasts;
locks of yellow streaming down
over my too-pale shoulders.

You knew strangely how you wanted me:
you lay there, helpless, nothing but slumber,
while I was made.

Your desires culminated in
this unholy form—
but I suppose you saw
something that my un-
divine eyes could not
when you wished for
aid in your
holy calling.

You awoke,
stood back and looked
at this to wonder
what, if who, it
would be—your servant
or your equal or
and you knew that the
only way to find out
if this form could
be anything was ask Him to take
the imperative and
make it indicative.

When His breath swept my eyelids
and made them flicker open,
I saw the heavens and Earth
on your forehead
and sea and sky
in your lips and eyes,
which God gave to us—
to me
who is now yours.

You gazed at me thinking
of what to make of this thing—
an equal,
a friend,
a more;
and in my first breath
I smelled the air
that brushed over my face,
through my thick
swooping hair.

This is what life is.

You are what life is.

You grabbed my soft bony hands
and took me as yours
while God took His place
to watch us be.


You walked me around
this place, this lush greenness
of desire and more
and more supple lands
that we take with our hands—
in our mouths, to let it all
crunch in our teeth and we tasted
the waters of the crisp rivers
down our throats,
already drenched
with loveliness.

The beasts crawled to our feet
and the birds perched themselves
on our shoulders,
where you took them
and lifted them up up
then we called to them
with names you made
and taught me

You told me of things that you made,
things that you saw that God made
for you.

I thought of nothing better.

Under trees we laid our heads,
twisting them with the roots
until our thighs
squirmed over each others.

Your hands nestled under
my shoulders
and my hands
pressed against
the stiff lush grass.

You told me that all of this
was ours—that you would let me
reap this land
with you.

From atop the hill we could
see the gates
where God kept the nothings out
with His men, with their
wings and blades, hands
clenched against the
sands outside that
make mortal throats
We knew nothing of such nothings.

All we knew was the aliveness
of this Garden.


And then we went and bathed in the river
to forget that those guards were keeping something
(about which we did not know)
a secret
until the sun pulled itself
and you grinned.

As night fell
lay upon me,
I was submitting my hows
(I still don't understand
how Lilith could not want
to be covered by your
firm body) before God and
everything else—how they (the
others) became envious
(but there is
no envy
a sin).

We took command of the land
and of the beasts and birds
and now
for once
for always
you commanded
and my body

The hushing sounds of the
river and the stiffness
of the ground beneath
made this such a bed
for two, for thousands
and for everything in
this place.

Above God could see us
firmly in each others arms
and entangled in each others
thighs and all.

I'm certain that He gave us
the moon to light up your skin
while we lay there
so that I could see your face
when you were on me.

The stars are candles
that kept our frigid bodies warm
with something other than our
breath and sweat and hips.

We were only doing such things
because God commanded.


You took me over the vast plains
of this place,
through brush and under temperate
suns moons and stars.

We found it,

The Tree:
gleaming lushly with leaves.

Its roots firm, twisting
(like our thighs last
night), standing tall rightly
within the most supple ground.

It looks so familiar
(“Did we sleep under it last night?
I have seen this Tree before
It reminds me of
your breath”).

Its bark smooth, unblemished,
and waiting for us to seize it
and take it.

I wanted
to bite it, oddly enough (I can't
say why), but I was afraid
to seize it in my mouth
as I saw velvet fruit
in the curling branches
jostling in the wind
that God blew over us.

It glistened and shimmered
as we waited for its
moistness dripping succulantness
just out of reach of our

Our eyes grew as wide
as the Fruit, watered more so
and yearned for our teeth
to pierce that violet flesh (like
a rose) but much more moist.

We knew it had to be ours.

We knew it had to be ours.

I knew it had to be mine.


Then God came down and His face burned
mine (yours was brighter than
His, and you were left

His voice boomed through the Garden.

The birds flew up to the heavens
and the trees
shook violently until
their leaves trembled In the

Simply then Adoshem looked at us—
His creations, His children—to firmly
take His white hands to grasp the
bark of the Tree.

He took a piece off, the crisping
noise echoing boldly through
the Garden, and He

The fragrance made Him
flutter His eyes
and the Lord became one with
that Tree.

He took our shoulders in His arms
and held us tightly—
I feared Him but you
looked him in the eyes
and smiled nervously and said
“What do You command of us,

He looked at you then at me (still
quivering) and said in His boomingness:
“My likenesses, I bless you.
I have given you everything you
would ever need, and you now
have control over My Earth
and for that I must admit that I
am pleased with you both
for you have inherited My creation
and made it your own
with the beasts and the birds
and the lands and seas
and plants and trees—
all yours.

“You have even obeyed My command and
I see at night when I
look down upon you to see
you within each other—
I think you fruitful
and o! how you shall multiply!
(though I reckon that you do not mind
because I made it such a sweetness
for you).

“But I must command just one more thing:
I know that you of human
breed can keep, as you are in
the likeness of My

“Refrain, My likenesses, from eating
from this Tree that you
and keep your mouths
from the Fruit

“I will not tempt you
with the sweetness contained
in the violet flesh,
but most of all
I wish not to tempt you with what
this Fruit holds within its seeds
and its core and its
crisp crisp flesh
for you cannot bear such things
in this garden,
My darlings.

“Does this fit In your mind?”

I was left without words
but you looked at Adoshem
saying, “Of course, my Lord.”


And He ascended into Heaven again
the beasts crawling back to us,
the birds returning to the trees
and the Garden left alone, as if He
were never there.


The sun was hot that day.

The trees were all scalded
as the sun blazed down
and our mouths were parched,
aching for something to bathe our throats.

That Tree . . .

At least its shade was something Adoshem
had forgotten to forbid.

As we lay, the branches were cooling;
so much so that I could feel the shivers
running down our backs,
though we lay in each other,
waiting for the sun
to fall and for the moon
to rise and light up our night
for lust.

Then lo!

A gliding so soft that only our skin
could crawl as such,
and when that hiss rang from the branches
o how did our fingers tremble!

The beast climbed down, a charming thing:

His grand chest out above us,
his only feature—he walked
not on legs but seemed to
on his long, emerald tail.

His skin gleaming (like the flesh of the Fruit;
in fact, I could see the redness reflected
in his skin).

His tongue was smooth in his mouth
and his eyes wide
red (like the Fruit)—
I wondered how all this red
could be allowed in a land
so green.

As he drew
you grabbed my fleshy arm
and pulled.

“Come, I must till.”

I nodded
meekly (as commanded)
as my eyes fell
once again
at the near-floating
and his charming.


Your tilling done, my hands
on your back, sweat-laced
drenched in stinging warmness
of your hard day's work.

I asked you to rest
under that Tree
as you buried your face
in our Earth—
your eyes drifted off
to closing.

Then the force of your breathing
left me alone.

I took my hands off of your back
and wiped them in the grass:
its greenness was something strange—
the greenness that I had seen before
only more lush
and not as dead-looking.

You were drifting, I was stagnant
through the Sun's creeping hours.

Then I lay down next to you,
my arms gently grazing your back
(now dry):

My eyes were dry.

My eyes were tired.

My eyes were now closed.

The startling came, that noise—
that hiss of a narrow tongue;
a smoothness that swayed through my ears

My eyes jolting,
my arms stiffening
until I arose
with sweat of my own.

All I saw was green.

I looked over, saw you
(on your stomach still)
in deep

You did not even jostle.

I looked around—no beasts—
only the rush of the river
which lulled me before.

My eyes shifting,
my arms shaking,
solely until I heard
the sounds of his own.

A look down at my feet caked in earth
and he was crawling
over me,
taking my feet in his coils,
taking my calves in his firmness.

I was left squirming.

He was there taking.

His eyes met mine—
red can do so many things.

He took the tip of his tail
and his mouth hissed—
his belly was smooth
over my pale thighs—
then slowly
touched it
on me—
nearly in me—
as you had done

One touch.

My voice wanted
to shriek,
my eyes wanted to
cry out in tears,
yet my body liked the feeling
of being wrapped up
as it liked being wrapped up
in you.

With my body stiff,
he slowly moved up,
grazing my belly with his scales
(strange how he moved so well
with no limbs in which
to entangle me)
and moving up toward
my soft
stiff breasts
(my teeth clenched
and my jaw stiffened
as my breath drew in deeper

I arched my head back
as his belly slithered over my neck,
tense and strewn
with veins
and blood rushing through
the pillar of my throat.

I saw him daringly move up
to my mouth, his fangs dripping
and his eyes widening—
his tongue slipping in and out
of his thin, hard mouth,

His body became more taught.

My body became more tense.

I ached to scream,
to wake you from your slumber,
but I could not move,
I could not speak.

He grasped tighter

then let go.

I was left breathless.

I was left speechless.

I was left.

He slithered off of me
and arose (again, so strangely)
and stood over me;
his eyes softened
and his fangs stopped dripping.

I crept up, looking to you
(still sleeping),
my body sitting up in the grass,
now wet from my sweat.

My throat was parched.

“What do you want?”

He moved your head slowly around
and opened his wide mouth—
his voice was soft, yet harsh:

“My dear, I think not
of what I want, for I know what
you want.”

He laid those charmings on me again.
I was trembling, puzzled.

“How do you mean?”

He strode up to the Tree
and began to grasp it tightly
(as he did me)
and he slithered up
over to a thick branch
(as he did me).

“Sadly, I see you here,
taking in all those wishes
from God and Adam;
and I know that you
cannot bear to be submissive as such.”

My forehead crinkled
and my heart raced—
more than when he grasped me
and stuck his tail within me.

He continued:
“Dear, your time has come
and I know how you can grasp
all that they have.
“They have more than you—
you are a product, a making,
the result of their need
for subordination.”

My voice came back to me.

“You lie!”

I bolted my head over to see
if you had awoken.


“I praise God, I adore Adam
but I do not obey Adam—
I am his equal,
his wife.”

He slithered over that branch
and came upon one piece
of the Fruit.

With his thick tail
he reached over
from the branch,
its ripping seeming to
echo throughout the Garden.

Still, you did not even jostle.

“You adore Adam,
but do


“What is love?”

I had to know.

No word had ever crossed my lips
or mind.
No such thing I had ever felt
uttered from any mouth,
God’s or Adam’s;
but this Serpent thin unwarming lips
spouted such a word.

He smirked and looked at me
his red eyes set on me, his visions
leaving my stomach churning
yet my mind yearning
to know of this feat of which
he spoke.

You (still sleeping) did not hear a word.

The Serpent loosened his coils
from around the branch, his tail still grasped
the Fruit; then his head turned back
and he began to slither down
the thick sturdy trunk
until he was once again up
above the ground
and his eyes were (once again)
back in mine.

“Love” he began,
“is what God does not want you
to know of—love is what would keep
with you
and your body

I looked over at you, still sleeping.

How, I imagined, could you ever
leave me? leave this place?
leave this Garden which we have made
our own?

“What is it?”

“It, my dear, is more than
is confined in the gates
of this Garden;
it is far beyond any and all
things you know in this place
and it is what will keep Adam
bound to you forever.”

My eyes began to water—
a phenomenon Adam nor I had seen
in the Garden.

“Why would he not be bound to me
forever? Why do you speak such
despicable things? We rule over this Garden
together—we obey Adoshem
and keep this Garden for Him—
we make the beasts ours
and the flora is ours for our mouths;
Adam tills the land for Adoshem
and I keep him rested and fed
so that God remains pleased with His creations.
We are bound to this Garden;
Adam is bound to me.”

The water on my face was warm—
the salinity ran into my mouth
and my breath became harsh,

“He is bound to you in body
and body alone—his labors are not
for your sake or his: they are for God’s.
He does only what Adoshem tells him:
he lies with you because Adoshem tells him to do so—
for that and nothing more.
But with this succulantness,
he would be bound to you forever
and you would be bound to him
in a manner beyond the confines of this Garden.”

“How do you know?”

“My dear, I know things of love,
and this is a thing of love.”

He turned his head back to the branch
where one ruby Fruit hung
from the end and it dangled
in the gentle breeze of the Garden—
a drop of water trickled over
the thick ripe flesh
and onto the grass below where it

“He will stay with me


I reached up,
my eyes still streaming,
and with my pale fragile hand
I plucked.

I slowly put the Fruit
up to my moistened lips,
looked over at the Serpent,
who moved his head toward

I saw you there sleeping:
your back still glistening
from your sweat, your body
moving with each inhalation.

How badly I wanted to feel that breath.

I grazed my teeth against the flesh
and slowly yet fiercely
took a sweet


The bite boomed
throughout the entire Garden;
I would have leapt back
from the shock, had it not been
for the sweet delectable taste
in my (now aching) mouth.

You startled awake upon hearing the flesh rip
from inside my teeth.

Your head jolted up
and your body flipped over
letting the stiff grass pierce the still-moist skin
on your back;
your face agape and your mouth
wide in fear;
your eyes began to water
(something still strange to me)
and your eyebrows curved in—
I had only seen them do as such
when you were on top of me.

Your eyes jolted over to the Serpent,
still next to me;
I looked over and saw him

“Beast!” you cried,
“I am to command you
and Adoshem is to command me;
thus any command given by God
is of all in this Garden!
No one is to eat of the Fruit,
Man or Beast!
Adoshem will banish you
from this place!”

The Serpent crept up to you,
seemingly floating,
until his face was almost against yours,
and he stuck out his tongue;
in his sly squirming he moved away,
never taking his eyes off of

He moved farther and farther away,
his thin unloving lips still curled
in that maniacal grin.
You looked at me,
blankness in your stern face;
your eyes red as they gazed upon
the bitten Fruit
in my hand.

With passion in body
(not like the passion we had
the night before) you swatted
the Fruit from my hand.
It fell down to the Earth
with a THUD that boomed
throughout the Garden—
still that booming was nothing
compared to your voice
as I looked down in shame:

“What unholy thing have you done
in tasting the forbidden?
How have you, my Partner,
betrayed the trust of Adoshem—
the One who gave us this place
and commanded so little of us?
What were you in mind hoping
to do with the Fruit?
How could you let such
a diabolical
beast seduce you
and tempt you to disobey
the command of Adoshem?”

I looked up to you,
into your raging eyes
which were gleaming red
like the Fruit’s tender sweet flesh
and I finally put my hand
upon your sticky smooth

“Adam, do you love me?”

You looked at me;
startled, confused,
unsure of how to take
my (now) simple question.

“What do you speak of?”

You reached up with your
rough firm hand
and tore mine from your face;
your eyes widened
and your lips firmed up
in questioning.

“When my lips
tore the flesh from that Fruit,
I knew that I loved you.”

You grabbed my face
and shook me lightly—
your hands were stiff.

“What is this that you speak of?”

Your voice was now aching to know;
all signs of rage had passed.
I sat down, my bare body now somewhat covered
by the grass below—
strangely it felt right—
and pulled you down with me;
my face beaming as I grabbed you.

“You must know this feeling:
I wish to be with you

You plopped down on the grass
with me, your face now
somewhat calm.

“We would have been together
had you not doomed yourself with
such disobedience.”

“But the confines of this Garden
are nothing to me now;
I want to be with you
whether or not our bodies
lie in these gates—
I wish only to be with you
in this feeling—
this love.”

You looked at me
and then at the Fruit,
still on the ground,
then you looked over to the Gates
where we saw God’s winged men,
now scrambling in a panic.

“What is there outside of this Garden?”

I picked up the Fruit
from the ground
and held it out to you.

“What lies beyond
is something that I now feel
What is inside this body
and soul
is much more splendid
than what is inside this Garden.”

You slowly reached out,
your fingers curving over
the bitten Fruit
until you lifted it
and looked at me again.

“What is it like?”

“Like knowing what is right.”

You put the Fruit
up to your mouth
and slowly yet fiercely
took a sweet

The bite boomed
throughout the entire Garden;
You would have leapt back
from the shock, had it not been
for the sweet delectable taste
in your (now aching) mouth.

You held the Fruit up to your mouth
and looked at me with wondering eyes.

But somehow still
You were not wondering
but I could tell that dearly
you knew:

You knew the bounds of the heart
that I had felt
when my teeth sank into
that gleaming Flesh;
you were able to feel a thing
outside of the bounds
of this Garden—
a longing known only by
after I tasted that
firm, supple flesh
of the Fruit.

Your breath quickened
and your lips watered,
dreaming of more flesh
of the Fruit
or mine.

You said nothing.

I grabbed your shoulder
and shook you gently.

What has befallen you,

You turned and looked at the gates
and your face was blank.

“What have I done,”
you asked,
“since my creation?
I have tilled this Garden
and cared for it
on command alone.
But now,
I know not how command
is meaningful
when this new
impassioned inclining
lingers deeply within
my being.”

Our eyes looked over this land
that God gave to us:
The greenness
and the liveliness
all seemed like nothing
now that this love
was deep within ourselves.

I turned to you
and you to me;
you grabbed my shoulders
and I your hips
and we pulled each other
until our moist lips met
in a manner never seen
in this Garden.

we pulled away,
our eyes still locked within one another’s
as our lips were before.



“My Love.”

“My Love.”

Suddenly our hands met
and we rushed from atop the hill
and down to the bushes
by the hushing river
where we spent our nights—
our breath was quicker
and my heart
was pounding deeply
as it never had before.

We moved into the clearing
by that soothing river
and quickly took to the ground
as we had before—

Only now
this was not from any command.

We entangled ourselves
about each other
and let our flesh graze over
each other’s lips—
again and again
our lips met
in moistness,
dripping of something much more sweet
than that Fruit.

Your voice grunted
and mine ached
and higher
until for once I felt
my body tense
and yours heavy with its pushing—
warmed in the cusp of daylight.

in a move so unheard of,
I grabbed your wrists
and pulled you down
to the ground,
and I climbed upon you
to (for once)

Your body was still moving,
your breath was still heavy.

I had broken you
with my body.

Time passed
and our bodies grew limp,
strained from that pushing,
that love
in the daylight
and without command.

We lay on the ground
you held me dearly
in your tired arms.

Our lips met again
and again
and again.

We knew we were no longer
among the Beasts:
we had our pleasures
and they had their command—
we evolved beyond command
and simply took our pleasures.

But with those pleasures
came something
within our bodies.

This thing we had never felt—
like love
only much more unsettling.

We looked down at our naked bodies—
still soaked with our pleasure’s sweat—
and felt unright.
You and I scurried over
to the nearest
and hid within its lush leaves
until we heard that booming
coming down from above.


We looked up and saw the sky above turned
grey—something neither you nor I had seen
in the Garden.

The booming we heard cracked in our ears
and left us nearly deaf—
the ringing over and over again
until our ears were left dripping with blood—
a redness that you and I had never seen
inside this Garden.

I reached for you next to me in the bush,
but you had already risen
and stepped out into the clearing,
unafraid of what form we would see

I curled up on the ground, my arms grasping my aching belly,
my hands gripping my back and my knees
pushed up against my breasts—
I was rocking;
I was weeping.

I looked over to you, saw only your feet
standing uneasily upon the grass—
you were silent as I wept.

The thundering continued and you stood
still; what seems like forever passed on,
my eyes had dried
and you kept standing.

I arose
my hands were
my breath was

I pursed one arm up against my breasts
and the other hand over my nakedness—
the wind was cold, as there was no sun
with which to heat the Garden’s thermals.

My skin crawled with each blistering gust.

You stood there, letting the wind entrap your face.

I looked over at you:
your hands were placed gently over
your nakedness, your eyes were firm on the darkened sky—
your mouth made no movements.

I moved my arm from my breasts
and reached over to your hand,
which was calmer than mine.

You entangled my fingers within yours,
then we both clenched each other’s
as the sky opened up
and a blinding light came beaming down.

We ran back into the bush
and hid, peering through to the clearing—
still shaking.

Adoshem appeared from the beam—
his face was stern,
but his voice remained unraised.

“Adam, Eve:
Where are you?”

You began to step forward
but I pushed you back with an uneasy hand.

“We are here, Adoshem.”

He looked me over as you emerged from the bush;
His eyes still on me.

“Why were you hiding?”

I could tell that He knew;
He just wanted us to admit
our shame.

“We were hiding because we are naked, my Lord.”

He looked over at you,
now standing next to me.

“How did you know you were naked?”

I looked over at you, covering yourself still—
my hands were doing the same on myself—
and we both looked down until you lifted your head
to Adoshem.

“My Lord . . . ”

“I know what you have done.”

We both fell to our knees
and began to weep bitterly.

Our mouths inhaled the grass
as our breath pushed harshly from our chests;
our fingered curled around the earth
in our last attempt to stay a part
of this Garden.

You lifted your eyes back up to Adoshem.

“The Serpent—he was here and he spoke . . . ”

His voice raised and boomed over the Garden;
the leaves shook on the trees and the birds
took to the sky in fright.

“The Serpent is none of you concern!
He has been dealt with—
he is now the lowest of all of the beasts
as I have forced him to crawl on his belly
for all of time.

“But you, my Creations,
have failed me!
I gave you all in this Garden
and all of the pleasures that you could take in
while asking only one thing from you—
and you failed me!”

I arose quickly as you stayed on the ground,
I ran up to Adoshem
and looked at Him in his deep
entrancing eyes—
He reminded me of the Serpent,
only I feared Him more.

“My Lord,
think not Adam responsible for this,
for I tempted him—
I am the one who gave him the Fruit
and I am the one who first fell
to the Serpent’s advances.

“I am the one who fell.”

“You both fell!”

His words burned my face harshly.

“You both disobeyed me,
you both betrayed me,
and you both let your temptations
rule over your reason;
for this, I must banish you
from the Garden.”

You looked up at me next to Adoshem
and I looked back at you
as our eyes watered again.

This place—
our home—
gone from our grasps.

Our bodies would never again feel
the grass below
and our throats would never again be quenched
by the cooling rivers which flow softly
in the Garden.

Adoshem looked over to the gates
and they opened,
showing us the bleakness of life
outside of our sheltering walls.

God’s voice calmed itself again
but remained firm.


So you rose, still sobbing
and came up to me.

We bowed our heads to Adoshem
then began the
toward the gate.

As we walked side by side
you reached over
and grabbed my hand.

The angels guarding the gate shook their heads in shame.

Our hands remained locked in one another’s
until the gate closed behind us.

ex poeta

Look at this world—
our world—
to what our Begetters made
all those years ago:

The lushness of the green that they knew
so very well
has been replaced by dryness—
grey, brown, black—
and the air they breathed so crisply
has been tainted with smog and thick
blinding smoke—
our eyes can only take so much
of the haze
before they close for all time.

Upon their Fall Adoshem took His fist
and struck the Garden down,
for if His creations could not
no one could;
the walls crumbled and the Gate collapsed
into the ground, causing dust to burst in the air
blocking Man’s sights.

We only know what they have told us
of the Garden
and the Fall—
only what they wish for us to learn
about obeying.

Still, this poet sings of disorder
in the name of love:

Take away the dire shifting of love
from Mother Eve—her Fall the embodiment
of a bond to Adam, more alive than any bond
to Adoshem, than any bond to a Garden
(now ruined).

Though they write her as weak,
but she was the strongest of all:

She led us out of a tawdry place
where pleasures of the eye and lips reined
over feelings, emotion,
and love;

She grabbed our wrists and led us to something beyond divine—
something with a greater force than
any of the horrid things
we have made since.

Look now:
the reason for the Fall has been lost
and we will Fall again—
how God can rip them from their home
but keep us here with our greatest disobedience
terrifies this poet;
what will He do to our souls
when He has them in His grasp
after our demise?

Look now:
see the visions of Mother Eve
lost as so many other Fruits sprouted
from so many other Trees—
each one a little tempting
to pluck and sink our teeth
into them;

We cannot taste what sweetness
lies within these Temptations—
for there is none to be had.

Look now:
look at what causes our Falls,
what will cause our Banishments from any Garden,
any Heaven found somewhere on this Earth
or beyond:


Seven: beyond seven.

These Falls are nothing
in the eyes of the Begetters—
they left hand-in-hand
but we just crush the bones of others
with our clenching fists.

Look at what we have made ourselves.

Look at what our world has become.

Look at how we let it fall.

now remember Eve
and the means of her Fall—

Earth itself was an Eden
when she and Adam had their love.

We took the Earth from them in time
and tore their pleasures from them
with every future passing
of the Human name.

We have no riverside by which to lay.

We have no brush in which to hide.

We can see our sins.

God can see our sins.

Adam and Eve can see our sins
in their perches above
and (strangely) I can hear them weep:
“How did they Fall?”

Dear Man, we have Fallen
but not upon the bed of sweetness that they did.

Let us rise
let us make
this Earth an Eden;
let us make
our Mother and Father see
that their Fall was not in vein
but in love.

Let us rise up again
so that we may Fall.



I would like to thank those who aided me in this effort:

To L. Hernandez, for encouraging me to write a work of fiction.
To Professor Trevor, for introducing me to half of the story.
To Professor Koch, for teaching me more of that half of the story.
To L. Watkins, for putting that half of the story into context.
To S. Linwick, for challenging that half of the story.

To J. Milton, for only telling half of the story
and leaving this poet
with the most lovely part
for telling.

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