Apr 05 | God and the Serpent (poem)

I used to walk

 

in the garden when it was gold

with evening.

 

I used to entwine myself

 

in trees and listen to their secrets.

All things had a voice

that only said yes.

 

It was the lie that poisoned this,

the great crooked heart

birthed in secret,

and why?

What was the wrong that called for this?

 

I’ll always ask, “Was it worth it?”

None of us

can return.