In time, there will be no time,
only space where once the human race 
fought and lost the war for survival. 
In time, there will neither you nor me, 
nor any remnant of Adam's progeny
to till our Eden - God's youthful folly. 

In time, time will have forgotten 
we and other loves existed. 
Yet, love will in some domain
remain to recreate life, as it did
when God created Man. 

Wasn't one God
enough for God? 
Why the vanity to see Himself
mirror'd in His own image? 

His Frankenstein creature 
stitched from disparate parts, 
reeked of death 'ere it was born.
It became insolence incarnate, 
disobedient, determined to suborn
God's nobler purpose in giving it
this Eden gift of life.

A rimmed garden once, 
we have pleached it into 
a ringed wreath of death.  



16.3.19