He Meddled

A snake came to my water trough.
Planted seeds designed to thwart my needs.
He reached down from a fissure in the earth,
pulled up fruits of immediate desire,
promised to quench my thirst
with morsels - he meddled.

Conjuring my inner Adam,
I took a taste.

Was it cowardice?

Was it perversity that I longed to try
this temptation?

I felt honored by his tutelage.

Was it humility I learned?
I believe it was so.

Thus - I move forward.

The only good snake is a dead snake.
I'll fetch my own water.
Free of the seeds of suspicion.


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