August 14, 2020

Fruit of a Fall

posted on: Thursday March 25, 2010

Alex BetGeorge ’11/Portfolio Staff

Blow over a bottle’s

open neck, lips suspended,

parted above its glass gape.

It yields that sound: Low & hollow.

That voice spoke so

Eve would know not to

reach for the branch—not to

pluck the pomegranate

from the Tree of Good & Evil.

But she chose, Garden’s gates

gouged her ankle as she sprinted

through to the outside. HE needed no

eagle to pry Eve’s prodigal

liver from her side: Time sufficed,

& bound her youth withage.

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