Adam walks through
the grove of willows,
his eyes filled tears
as their leaves tear themselves
from the sky, their wailing
filling the air
with softness.
He pulls behind him
a great bird -
the last of the golden
swallows
that dwelled
beneath the earth.
His blood trickles
from his fingertips,
his arms wrapped
in black snakes,
intwining
with his skin.
His children, the great oaks
have gone mad with
waiting
and uncertainty.
The heavens crack
beneath the weight
of scarlet silence.
But he awakens, like raindrops
with just enough time
to see Eve
slipping from him,
her ribs broken,
her hair falling
towards Eden,
heavy with all
that could have been.