Filling the Vessels

At the center of Eden is a dry well
From which no water flows.
The tree of life bears rotten fruit
Which drops to the ground, fertile.
Flies swarm over the carcasses
Of dead oxen; flies and oxen
That God placed in Eden.
Night follows day.
Great rings of chaos
Expand and contract.
The Angel of Death
Knocks at the back door of paradise.
Knowledge did not create evil.
The world is not flawed
And nobody fell.

David Aronson