It Was Good

One tree that doesn’t belong, but still it grows
Tall and its fruit swells with ripening pulse;
Hidden in the alignment of olive groves
That shades the soil untilled and rows
Of stones that mark the perimeter garden.
The sweet nectar of Eden bound by rich skin
Bleeds forsaken immortality.

For a moment he forgot, and began his descent:
Loss of Friend and followed her. His helper and he,
Together broke, and listened to the lying serpent
That spoke, tales of knowledge with corollary.
Perfection undone and naked reveal the knowledge
Exposed no leaves could conceal the broken pledge
Or hide where Friend will always see.

Fiery sword now guards the gate, and toil, sweat
And pain became their punishment and shame;
And snake on belly crawl the earth where weeds
Will grow, and work will show, more fruit; that
One of two unable to please with offered root
Did jealous murder in field, and curse on head
He brought while brother bleeds.