I have always felt sorry
for Eve, this figure in
biblical mythology that was
chastened by the machismo god
that didn’t like her curiosity.

How dare she wonder at
the fruit and speak to the
serpent, quite apart from
her husband who seemed
clueless, and it was she
who wanted to look,
to chat, to taste, to
embrace the risk of firing
up the vengeful god
who put all this
shit there in the first place.

Maybe this god didn’t think
she would do what she did,
but to his surprise she took
him to task and tasted the
fruit and dared to be
the being he created her to be.

So anyone, with any sense, would
think that god would give
a laugh, and clap his heavenly
hands, cheering her on,
and see with joy that he had
created a being in his image
that had the tenacity to
follow her wondering heart.

But no!

We have a god who wants control.

The arsehole instead decided that
he would exact his mighty revenge
and cast them out of the Garden
on a whim, and boil like a volcano,
and bring her suffering just
because she desired to taste
and disobeyed his arbitrary command.

 

7/9/2023