The Feminine Obscure
Some would say. Eve was the exception.
Not the rule. Our birth into evil is not proven
by her search for truth or her fall into sin.
The wicked serpent is to blame.
It was the damn serpent
and that tasty Quince.
You know the song ...The
one about the Quince.
Oh the Quince oh soft sweet quince
it's flesh sweet as can be
All who try one then must buy one
and then they all do see...
who could pass one once they've had one
not you... not even me
The Christians got it all wrong.
But you do not remember this song
This is nothing new...
The narrative of Feminine Curiosity
being the downfall of man
has been retold for centuries
Eve could be said
to have been reincarnated in Pandora.
She, ordered by Zeus,
molded by Hephaestus,
born of vengeance realized in
rebellious curiosity,
longed to know since first breath.
Pandora and her prophetic box...
She went to it.
Without withstanding she knelt before it
remembering the serpent.
A creaking lid
an opened box
sealing another fate
marrow seeping into air
taking space
where there was no
space to be had
bones, cracked ,
under, snapped,
the strain
There are corners once turned
that are never returned to.
Turns in a path
That cannot
and will no
be retrace
Corners that
disappear
Under trees felled
that are trampled
under footsteps of
Men in yellow hats
with orange vests
Who disappear these corners
one grey block at a time
burying them down holes
too hard to find
Lessons are another thing.
Lessons are extricable
from these corners.
So one can still find their way
Keeping the point of
moving forward
in space in tact.
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