As a scientist, I knew that time travel was possible, the
secret was to start the time machine in space and not
anywhere near a strong gravitational field. Having secured
enough finances to get the prototype on board the space
station, the tests were extensive and successful, but only for
the past. I went back in time to find the Garden of Eden.
I was going to destroy the tree that caused the fall of Adam
and Eve and I found it. The laser gun was primed. I aimed,
then the gun disappeared.
‘I cannot allow that! ' said God. ‘Destroy the tree and you
would never have been born.' I then collapsed to the ground
in a deep sleep. When I awoke, I was at home on Earth.
There was a phone call.
‘Sorry, Professor… the project has been cancelled. The
President thought it was a waste of time! '
Denis Martindale July 2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem