Eve Speaks

Eve Speaks short poem

Although just one snake is well known
in that so-called paradise, actually
there were tons of them.

When we ran away, I was never so
happy. My feet no longer touching
swarms of mushy poison.
Fruit smelled to high heaven in Eden but
berries tasted yum yum good as we filled
our faces hurrying happily to the east.

And Adam replies

She’s so beautiful. I would have
followed her to the ends of earth.
I am her captive then and now.

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Actually, the trouble was Adam’s regimen of vegetarianism. Had he craved only meat, he would have shifted his interest on the snake instead and ignored the apple. Snakes are good for varied exotic dishes.

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