As Adam
Asleep in the dust
From
Which he was just
Created
Sedated
Formed as he was
From earth
From him was formed
The first birth
A caesarean
A section of flesh
A humanitarian
Delivery as deliverance
A sample of bone
Flesh of my flesh
No longer alone
And the surgeon
Unmasked
The sculptor unaided
And unasked
Blew life
With his breath
Before things got dark
Before shadows and death
This is now bone of my bones
And flesh of my flesh;
She shall be called ‘woman,’
For she was taken out of man
But all men hence
Will be taken out of her
Wednesday 17 April 2019
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