Friday, February 15, 2013
You merely half-swallowed the damn fruit;
I ate its seeds of guilt as well.
it remains undigested even today;
growing into a tentacled tumor,
fertilized by your accusations.
You scaredy-cat! if we had only finished the fruit-
bite by bite, chewing slowly;
imagine where we would have been!
That deeper understanding, the enlightenment,
all the knowledge, that cosmic comprehension-
a perfect ratio, a balanced equation.
But you choked and spluttered
ran away squealing
fear crawling over your spineless bones,
Fool! don't you know we could have been better gods?