So He drove out the man; and He placed at the east of Eden...
a flaming sword which turned every way,
to keep the way of the tree of life.
- Genesis 3:24
there's something wrong with everything
in this post-lapsarian land.
standing east of what he thinks is eden
stands the fire brand.
ward me, terrible agent;
stop up our eden's ears,
justice itself, flame left long,
withstand lyrical jeers.
no anchor put to windward
no philosophy onstage;
many men, falling foully,
all phonelines engaged.
Consider the Menshevik; do recall the wet,
Ta Thu Thau the Girondin,
dispensed-with, soon-null sets.
so too next time, I bet.