Serpentine

Think of me as that serpent which haunted
The sinless garden long ago. My motives
Are odious. My eyes are drawn to the flawless
Form of the first of all women, and what I
Want is to offer her something which he
Can't, a lovely and poisonous thing,
And, with it, I hope to both peel her from
Him, and to plunge the world at large into
Chaos. Take a hike, Adam. Kiss my ass,
God. I will make love to someone who
Should have known better, and, doing so,
Introduce guilt to the world. Look at her
Little man, she's growing large with a child,
Not yours, not welcomed by God. Lo, a gate
Appears suddenly. His voice says, “Go!,”
But I needn't, I'm grandfathered, unlike you
Two, who must pass from this Paradise into
Perdition, and labor for wages and endless
Misfortune. Perhaps she'll be sorry we
Dallied. She shouldn't. We had a good time,
And the child is beautiful, legless and scaly,
Not quite what her father in-law had been
Wanting, but too bad for him. He's a powerful
Guy. Nevertheless, lesser beings can ruin
His plans.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-07-11 at 04:07

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