Old Adam In His Garden Poem by David McLansky

Old Adam In His Garden



Old Adam squatting in his garden
Planting beans and peas,
His bony flesh burnt by the sun,
Still yearning for a breeze.

He digs a hole with a bone,
Inserts a precious bean;
Who ever thought that paradise
Would be so hard and mean?

Wisdom opened up his eyes
And made of him a God,
But left him stabbing with his knife
The dry and broken sod.

A God upon the field of Man
Without eternal life, ,
Conscious of his mortal span,
Aware of Jahweh's spite.

Sunday, June 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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