OVER EDEN,
Wires crisscross
Carrying cars full
Of tourists who
Can look but
Cannot touch
Where Adam stood
And Eve wandered,
Where Abel farmed
And Cain plotted,
Where they hid together
In shame.
Where is Barnum now?
He could never imagine
Turning paradise into
A theme park,
A show,
A day’s entertainment.
The animals remain,
Hiding from strange eyes.
(Do they know they
Are safe from exploitation?)
All day, the tourists parade
Overhead in open cars
Until the sun
Turns the sky
Into a rainbow tipped
On its side,
And the dreamers
Must leave.
Angels, dressed
As bouncers,
Firmly escort out
Any stragglers
Clear of the space
From which all
Have been
Permanently
Evicted.
A celestial day
Has ended, and all
Must return to lives
From whence they came.
All visitors must
Now leave
The garden
Where omniscience,
Omnipresence and
Omnipotence resided
Once upon
A time.
Copyright (c) 2010 by the author
