Bearing the Image
Bearing the image Still without memory, still unaware Of any possibility of future, there Sprawls Adam in his golden thoughtlessness Upon the green of Eden, where he is Contemplated. While he continues whole Completeness only incompletes his role. The cut is deep. A trail of scarlet blood Leads to where Eve too slumbers upon sward. Adam’s wound will close, hers will remain. New life is only birthed in blood and pain. She dreams of a thorned and weaponed future where A cross awaits the offspring she will bear And now the image opens in her eyes Of Love most fully given when it dies.