Metaphor For Eden

[Tate Icasa]

Metaphor For Eden

A garden of brilliant blue hyacinths
The gentle gurgle of the crystal clear stream
Golden fruit whispers in harmony
With the contented sounds of the birds
A silver web sparkles in the distance between
Across the line in the center of the street
Where nothing but the web itself exists
To keep the sides apart
On the other side of the web the water is black
Foul and toxic in the lagoon
Under the murky depths lives the beast
Screaming eternally of anguish and hate
Looking hungrily at the fruit and wishing
To cross the web
But the web separates the evil from the good
Keeping the beast from the heart
So he cannot devour the fruit, and with it the heart
The web has always protected the garden
Except the one time it forgot