Who saw him first?
At the centre the garden
the scars of this creation
laid over his nakedness
Filled and bursting
with knowledge
Even the red hume
of his indulgence
confess from open lips
He must have sinned
He must have sinned, but
Where the tree of life
Where the serpent
and the children,
in their own despair,
call him Adam

The world is
dark Night is
upon us
The Sun comes
not. The Son comes
not. In the dark
of mourning
you shall see!