Men a little supplemental
Which is why they fear them
Adam would still be still-born
In heaven if Eve hadn’t torn
The bloody rib from his breast
She wanted to settle for the earth
Facing whatever heaven might exist
Would have to be earned no gift
She trusted her weakness for him
The sweet sourness of apples
Running down her chin
She knew how the world would end
Having absorbed him again
In the eternal feminine
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