before the garden

Mama Earth birthed a bouncing baby boy,
And Father God named him Humanity.
Neither one realized until Son’s teenage years
That he was undoubtedly a crack baby.

“Let’s have another go!” cajoled the lusty Ma’am.
But faithful Father refused.
“I know that boy will straighten out just fine,
all the moreso for the blessings he’s abused.”

But youth is a fierce demon to tame,
And Mama dear was still in her prime.
Into Humanity’s bed
did she let her frustrations climb,
and very passionately committed her crime.

Soon enough Mama’s tummy grew round,
And out crawled an ashen infant girl,
From whom Father God avoided his eyes,
Set yet on beloved Humanity,
who on the edge of adulthood twirled.

“Name her, Father!” Ma’am screamed,
“The child must have a name!”
Above the noise Humanity did hear
His Father despondently claim,
“And she shall be called Shame.”

The young girl grew in shadows,
forever fearful of the light.
For she knew in plain view
her incestuous disfigurements
would be too grotesque outside the night.

“Son,” Mother Earth beckoned insatiably,
“I need my Son lest I should wither and rage.
Warm my bed once again with me!
And together we shall never feel age.”

And as the face of his Sister
caught him full in the eye,
Humanity turned to his Father and prayed,
“Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us.”
Now scorned were all childish thoughts of Eros.

Pride never did again shine quite so brightly
As when Faithful Father God did state,
“My child, my Child,” and open his arms,
“Welcome, finally, to Heaven’s Gate.”

before the garden


Clarkston, United States

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