i trusted you so recklessly that when you gave me a poison apple i ate it -my only sin was loving you |
Earth’s Eve
(grabbing onto earth) for what it’s worth I thought you were my gravity’s center. inventors seemed to watch apples fall from my hands, where did the sinning go for we were eroding with the core. left seeds intact to grow another forest of deceit and repeat our past, angels standing guard flames swinging was it only a meteorite iron and nickel encasing seeds of doubt sent from temptation to build a nation of guilt. we filled the earth with whatever we wanted and what we lacked still managed to haunt us. shooting stars, the galaxy is at war and we feel the ricochet in our hearts, turning with the planets, with the apple, with the bewilderment. everything is meaningless or is everything less meaningful than the pull, gravity trying to pull sin from our skin in the form of shadows and our tears water what we forgot to uproot in the early stages. now too late, we try to pull this whole world is pulling us somewhere and we are dragged along, Abel, but doing nothing, Cain’s hands covered in dirt that gardeners wouldn’t recognize and we try to make meaning out of seasons out of the orbit, out of the self-absorbed morbid laughter, cackling from rooftops and taxi cabs shaking the ribs, you, Adam, less one. bones a throne for the heart but we barter them away like they are cages sending them to exile with blood of our blood. the songs of ages echo in the garden where altars were built, tractors rusted, detritivores feasting off nutrients remaining from death and decay, nothing to stay fresh, not even that little lamb consumed with the apple of its eye, wide sigh bleating by as plagued locusts rush in hoards and we run to the first hovel shelter not having felt safe since opening our eyes, and the crops dusty and dry waiting for clouds to cry, life, but they remain silent hell bent on storing up their tears for a rusty trickle of blood making the skies black with nothingness. it was all meaningless, the footsteps crunching exoskeletons rib-caged churches caved in was that how you felt upon waking a little exposed, blush rose from toes to nose leech beseeching to rid of the apple’s venom bringing the ultimate end but we can pretend we’ll live forever just you, me, the dirt and detritivores worms squirming with the last of our life in the hermaphrodite bodies as we rotted to the core. for what it’s worth I thought we birthed something lasting even if we left dark seeds needing weeding out. |