The final sounds of trumpets fade
in the wake of Horsemen's hooves
after the day of Resurrection,
making way for Adrianna & Edgar.
The last woman & man.
Only this time,
Lucifer made man
from the skin on the bottom
of woman's feet.
She could not decide
whether that meant she was
allowed to tread on him or not.
Instead of creation,
in seven days there was destruction.
The earth tore and buildings crumbled,
leaving spindle arms
like the branches of so many fleshy trees
sticking out of the rubble.
Adrianna pauses here & wonders
if she should imitate the gesture,
throw her palms to the sky
and wave at the shadows of dying sun.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
The final sounds of trumpets fade
in the wake of Horsemen's hooves
after the day of Resurrection,
making way for Adrianna & Edgar.
The last woman & man.
Only this time,
Lucifer made man
from the skin on the bottom
of woman's feet.
She could not decide
whether that meant she was
allowed to tread on him or not.
Instead of creation,
in seven days there was destruction.
The earth tore and buildings crumbled,
leaving spindle arms
like the branches of so many fleshy trees
sticking out of the rubble.
Adrianna pauses here & wonders
if she should imitate the gesture,
throw her palms to the sky
and wave at the shadows of dying sun.
