After Adam had choked on the apple eve had gifted him <br />and was torn into the nightmares God had blessed him with, <br />God struck the sky like a drum. <br /> <br />The sound rumbled through the garden as thunder. <br /> <br />Then he plucked the moon from its resting place <br />with his left hand and rolled the light out of it <br />between his forefinger and thumb <br />so that it was reduced to a black grain of sand. <br /> <br />Then he nailed it to the knot <br />of Adams heart with a bolt of time, <br />where it nestled and began to tick <br />to the rhythm of Adams body. <br /> <br />Hungry with gravity <br />it soaked up blood with every pulse. <br />Adam awoke, startled, <br />his cells suffocating, screaming <br />for the air he was drowning in. <br />He began to retch blood <br />as if to save some. <br /> <br />Assuming guilt, and not knowing <br />what else to do, eve kissed him <br />and took the blood into her own, <br />where it mingled, turned dark <br />and sank into her womb. <br /> <br />Then God rested, <br />happy in the knowledge <br />that he had created love.<br /><br />Thomas Rickarby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-exacts-revenge/
