The Seventh

…day
breaking, dawn spreading rippling heat,
across fecund land –
the garden, now awakened,
a forbidden tree, laden and heavy rising in its midst

And a knowing, groaning shout
as fruit ripens and is discovered,
its flesh pierced –
and Uriel, angel of poetry,
raises his flaming sword.

-by Martin Burns

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