RIB
I came across Adam
in his fallen state
crying out
to God
demanding
that He return
that rib
He took
and that rib,
speaking of her,
we should now notice
how bereft of
hope she looks
fearing for that long
long line of forever daughters
doomed to hear
again and again
the self-pitying
accusatory dirge of
rib
deprivation
aimed at Heaven
whilst Eve
going
for it
cursing the forever
contunuance
of all of the system that
be
perpetual, neverending,
in the crooked
orb and sceptre
line of Adam's right royal, so-called sons.
poems 2 die for 