Eve Poem by james kennett

Eve



Eve

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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james kennett

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