Wednesday, March 10, 2010
See! The man has become like one of us,
knowing what is good and what is bad!
Black hellebore on the garden border
Limns the dawn, the first since Eve took offense
At God and stormed out on his green order.
Cross-eyed Adam straddled the garden fence,
Knowing fauna would never draw so near
His nature after snakes had had their way.
Eve thought on those fangs; but the hell she bore
Left her confused, unable to say why
Labor's bread, birth and breath were all the pain
Endemic flesh could bear. So she sought a cure,
Bringing poison's work, a mad medicine
On Adam. Dressing him down, his creator
Ran him eastward out of Eden-town.
Eloping with Eve, he wore the hellebore.
Posted by JOB at 7:53 AM