There is a cross
Overgrown
In a stand of trees
Next to the bank
Where
The Tigress and Euphrates
Became a sea
Upon this splintering frame
Hangs a sign
Bleeding from the weight
Of the name
These nails must bear
It marks the gate
Where an angel once stood
To remind us all
What we left behind
But there is still life here
They welcome you with open hands
Grab you by your weary shoulders
And usher you inside
Sweet melodies fill this place
There is dancing
And shouting
A constant celebration
Of what we call
Mankind
All rejoice the fact
That all they need
Is at their fingertips
Everything to make
Everyone feel
Identical
And here you sit surrounded by
These dancing fools
In silent awe
When into your hands
They place a
Fruit
You peel back the skin
And find that
This is filled with
Color coded
Pills
Share our food
Share our feast
We love you
Don’t you see?
And so teeth sink in
Finding home
In this forbidden fruit
Here in the garden
Where
The Tigress and Euphrates
Overflowed
There stand a cross
Bearing the name Eden
It is the last marking point
Showing where humanity
Washed away from