Re–write of "I belong to Eve".

I belong to Eve

or

The Angel's Plea.

Every Man hears the Redeemer's call,
but they have made wrongdoing a habit.
Nothing's strong enough
to stop them falling for apples.

In that sticky sweetness
sounds the voice of the Devil's lawyer,
pleading his case.
They are the little Children
never taught to say no to strangers.

Every Man heard the Christ-child's call,
one blazing scream of ecstatic light -
but it was fleeting,
and left them no residual sweetness.

The truth has died,
red skin pierced by the hungry mouths
of six billion snakelings.
Shadows encroach upon the borders of Eden,
but the Light is blind.

They never meant for it to turn out like this.

You are meant to be their Healer,
but your cure has proven ineffective.
They need another drug.

What are you going to do?

Sarah Cuming : 11 Feb 2010 23:28 |  Tags: Creative Writing Photographs Photography Poetry Re-Write Religion |  Comments (0) |  Report a problem