A Succession of Edens

The serpent wasn't in the tree.
That's just a myth. It came in us,
And, anyway, the tree was ours,
Its fatal fruit what we had grown.
We ate, and our first paradise was
Ruined. Others come along,
But, still, the serpent lives in us,
And, thus, they're quickly gone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-07-07 at 14:19

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