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After Adam had choked on the apple eve had gifted him
and was torn into the nightmares God had blessed him with,
God struck the sky like a drum.
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The clouds unfold across the day,
blocking out the sunlight.
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Poetry is a fireplace to bask in.
It’s warmth awakens wounds we thought
we had cauterized; A hot knife
skimming calluses and peeling back
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4.

When you have taken the last dying leaf
of your lover’s script and ripped it to shreds
like the documents transcribed
by your dodgy accountants,
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Whilst god slumbered in heaven
dreaming of his creation
and the snake plotted his revenge
with the abyss
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Her neck had the smell of an opium flower,
and she danced with the grace of a Mexican child.

Her lovers would gamble their hearts on the hour
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A girl is softly laughing at the end of the hall.
As I stumble, half asleep, to the whisky in the bar.
My wife is sending letters to her kids in Tel Aviv
as the maid brings in a trolley overstacked with hotel sheets
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At first I tried to sweep aside
the forest of my thoughts.

An axe in hand I cleared the land,
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Love can be mistaken.

Like the man who jumped the canyon,
who judged the distance safe,
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Who can say which way is back
when all signs face the way you came?
The man in the white suit walks
an eternal winding road.
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12.

There’s an old man sat in a waiting room
with a pain that he’s not had before.
The sky outside is darkening
at a pace that goes unnoticed.
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Dedicated to the eight burnt dead of Gojra.

Who knew that ink and paper
could matter more than human flesh?
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14.

First you'll hear the pattern of my feet
as I shirk off endless streets,
corridors and caverns
to burst into mountain mists.
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15.

The swarm of crows that pecked at his eyes, his heart
his throat
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God Exacts Revenge

After Adam had choked on the apple eve had gifted him
and was torn into the nightmares God had blessed him with,
God struck the sky like a drum.

The sound rumbled through the garden as thunder.

Then he plucked the moon from its resting place
with his left hand and rolled the light out of it
between his forefinger and thumb
so that it was reduced to a black grain of sand.

Then he nailed it to the knot
of Adams heart with a bolt of time,
where it nestled and began to tick
to the rhythm of Adams body.

Hungry with gravity
it soaked up blood with every pulse.
Adam awoke, startled,
his cells suffocating, screaming
for the air he was drowning in.
He began to retch blood
as if to save some.

Assuming guilt, and not knowing
what else to do, eve kissed him
and took the blood into her own,
where it mingled, turned dark
and sank into her womb.

Then God rested,
happy in the knowledge
that he had created love.

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