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