I am Adam, I am Eve,
in me there grows the wicked tree,
through me the glittering serpent climbs,
my teeth break the apple’s rind.
My forehead bears the brand of Cain,
Abel bleeds within my blood;
I am the killer and the killed,
I am the hunted and I hunt.
Yet in me too the woman’s seed
crushes the serpent’s ugly head,
roots up the black denying tree,
plants a fresh garden in the wild.
And Cain’s brand dissolves in dew,
And Abel’s wound is healed at last;
killer, victim, now embrace,
hunted, hunter are at peace.
And upon great Adam’s breast
sighs the soft repentant Eve;
and naked go the beasts of love
among the green cool apple trees.