97536, forvidden fruit, Adam, Eve

TASTE OF THAT FRUIT

the effect was
instantaneous and
dramatic

at its core perhaps
an incredible, insatiable
need to clarify
and unlinuted recourse
to fiction, lie

she
opening her eyes
wondered if this were truth
or complete distortion

a concen her progeny
would never perhaps
could never resolve
despite
a fatal, laudable,
propensity
to philosophize

but cleavage, division,
there in prospect before her
tore her heart

a future of her sex’s slaughter,
subjugation, horrific abuse

Empires enslaving, making
sure death
the soft option

led away
to terrible fates whilst
great cities burned consuming
the bodies of husbands,
lovers, fathers, children

if not in
the name of power, then
the higher ideal of
cause most sacred

and so many wars
between every manner of tribe
every conceivable
category

the high and
the low

chaos
and order
at each other’s throats forever

and no one
to remember, to bother
to enquire
as to the devastating wonder
enshrined in
the very taste of that fruit