If Eve Hadn’t Picked the Apple
We would still be in Eden.
This snake wants us to eat the apple, Adam.
Does he say why, Eve?
He says it will taste like nothing on earth.
Is that a good reason to betray our father?
What harm can it do? It’s only fruit.
Dragging limbs from a cavern.
Deep deep in the earth, she
Levitates between worlds.
One of dim mist and cold air.
Of bumping and stubbing.
Hard of sight and drear of light.
The other of God and the Devil
Of heat and pyres. Golden glows
Overthrow incendiary iron,
Shimmers of souls vie diabolical
Torture. Where is the hero?
Fearful wretches.
To live well and good
To ascend. To inflict cruelty
While aspiring to spiritual
health. Nay, material wealth.
Marketing worshippers in their
Designers, dripping with idols
And symbols. Clutching at things
Better than people.
What of the steeples and platters
Collecting the tithes and flatterers.
What of religion as business, this
Is the Devil’s work.
Creating desire and covetousness.
The rich and the poor and the billions
Between, always striving for baubles.
Banks and governments hand in hand
With corporate whores. The slaves to
Minimum wages, a timeless tale of want
And need never being met.
One per cent have profit, gold, power.
Billions in misery, despair, desire.
Greedy liars stealing a kingdom.
Forego possessions and masters.
Repent, release fakery and find
Spirit and kindness. Free nature, beasts
Yourself and others to discover
Eden.
I wrote this poem for my creative writing course about five years ago. When I read Ravyne Hawke’s Drowning In Godliness I was very strongly reminded of it.
Thank you, dear readers, for reading, and Ravyne, for the prompt and for reviewing my five stories.
Karen Madej is an English language coach and writer. She’d very much like to change the way the world works because it is broken after centuries of being plundered by hetero-patriarchs.






