The Expulsion
Time will erode our darkest memories
as faces of ex-lovers start to fade.
Nothing to hide, we lie beneath the trees
and linger in some surreptitious breeze
where kisses are blown to the edge of shade.
Time will erode our fondest memories
as angels descend with vials of disease
to infect the love our bodies have made.
No place to hide, we kneel before the trees
and offer prayers in vain. How to appease
the laws of nature we have disobeyed
even as time erodes, our memories
no match for the Almighty God’s decrees:
All shall burn till the debt in full be paid.
Too late to hide among Edenic trees
uprooted. All of us down on our knees,
stripped of everything we own but a spade
in hand as death erodes our memories --
exhausted corpses laid beneath the trees.
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