We left the garden
We left the garden
clothed in our lies and deceit
and in our leaving
began a darkening pace.
We decant through arid places,
a spring, leaving the garden
sweetly fresh and brightly clear,
nurtures green and breathing,
full of source.
Cloudly mixing debris
with each distance grown.
growing with stain and flaw and fault
our pondering stream
draws toxin from its banks
and, growing away from the garden,
shares this new bounty
with the thirsty land.
We grow fat and lazy
laying upon our banks a curse,
a poison gleaned along the way.
Until we splash into the sea
its salty welcome burning
us away to naught.
This is not our home,
this homogenous melange.
We left the garden.
” We left the garden “, plainly and straightforwardly excellent.
The opening lines got me right away. great ink.
thank you