We wail inconsolably, gnashing our teeth,
Twisting our hairs and rolling in the mud.

“This death is unbearable,
This loss irreparable”
 But our attitude does not
In the slightest of ways
Befit that unbearable loss.

Let us start by
Cutting our bodies
With knives
So that bathed in blood,
We shall have in the right way,
Started the mourning

Befitting an irreparable loss

And to sum it up,
Let us take axes,
And hack down each other
So that dead,
We shall have proven,
That our loss,
Was truly unbearable!


The First Sin

Dark and long,

Pulsating and bubbling with life,

It throbs stubbornly,

Elongating all the time,

The serpent danced,

Below a black bush,

Even as Adam bathed

And Eve watched,

She became desirous

As the serpent lured her.

At night while Adam slept,

Caressed by Eve,

The serpent stretched

And guided by Eve expertly

Entered the apple.

Adam ate diffidently

As Eve urged him on

While his virgin serpent,

Burst its dam

Before fully in!

In the morning the voice called;

“Adam! Adam!

Why have you eaten that

Which only I eat?”

So out of Eden they were chased,

For gaining creativity.