Eve - Poem by james kennett
Eve was the first.
She was one with the night from whence she came
As the clouds lifted
In the holy breeze, she came fluttering
Like the first synthesis of the elements; not a second science;
But alpha, on the hill of Megiddo
Not a monster nor fiend
But the holy grail of Arthurian legend
The sword of the knight lost long ago
Alpha, Alpha, Amigo.
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