Friday, December 27, 2019

Between the pales

Between the pales                                                                                      

In Adam’s fall, we sinned all
goes the puritan primer

and with Adam’s stumble
fell we in with Lucifer

in our willful snub of God,
unable every moment since

to flex our knees, bend
our spines stiff with pride.

Adam having mistook a grain of barley
for a harvest crop of bread and inebriant

and with the bite of an apple learned
first hand the haunting of insatiable need.

O child of God, to reenter the garden, become 
wraith-like and lithe enough to slip between the pales.



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