Adam's Apple Poem by Nicole D'Settemi

Adam's Apple



The story always,
Animated and obtuse
He, 'The Man, ' written in
To be seduced?
How was he supposed to be first-born
The leader
The mold of man
The planted seed;
Fecundated by the master
Of the skies, the globe, the seas.
Yet, his lack of actual growth,
Germination
Found its termination
Through a woman,
Who was merely Eve?
Part two
Second best
A rib, or a seed
Yet, he was
The victim
The martyr
The king, our leader
Also, the follower?
All of these—
Ultimately?

Legitimately,
How does she
Intercept and destroy
How is she the evil genius
But, born merely for amusement,
or for labor
Crafted from his imagination—
A maid, a mommy at best?
Or worse—just a toy?

These contradictions
This predictable story
Of a man slain on day one
His fall from glory—
'Damned Eve'
The seductive harlot
I suppose then, God Damned The Man?
Who fell for their combined invention,
His 'destructive' starlet?


© copyright 2018-2024 Adam's Apple Nicole D'Settēmi

Adam's Apple
Friday, January 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: religion,love,feminism,females,seduction
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Julia Luber 16 March 2019

Sounds good spoken out loud.

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