Gnosis
Did Marah, in her endless days, Eat apples dipped in honey? Did their sharp sweetness soothe The bitterness of water? Our over-ripened year is falling now, From branch to patient earth. Only the ancient wise ones of the worms, Who write their scriptures in the soil, Remember as they dream their eyeless dreams - The serpent's promise and the garden's curse. Forlorn Pomona yields her gravity To greedy bites, while others scavenge seeds For cyanide, and pray for retribution.