a poem in my pocket

What strange poison

did woman reach

for in the garden?

mother of all living bit into death for all

Was it a stinging tree

that touched her with

heart-shaped leaves?

intoxicating nature of toxic relations

Was she anesthetized

by curare-tipped dart

from satan’s blowpipe?

it can kill as easily as it can cure

Would eve even

succumb to snakeroot,

from salesman selling herbs?

fruit to make wise and pleasing to eyes

Would she suspect

the seeds of lovely apple

convey hydrogen cyanide?

seed of deception is sin, fruit of sin is death

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