AFTER THE FALL
After the fall we climb back up but there’s not much
what’s going on now the branches are broken. Why don’t
we eat some berries, says Eve, just us two, we want not.
But I shakes this head and says, ye shall want, we ain’t
got naught, and anyway, I says, it’s not the eating time.
Well I’m going, says she, up tippity top, and I ain't got
what much to say about that. So up she goes and the
bough breaks, whence the fall. Then I says, well now
what you got Eve, but she knows what, which is to climb
the trunk again. And she does. And then we lie here
like this and play our trumpets until dawn. Meanwhile
the progeny is down there drinking and pointing and
playing tennis on the lawn. When I says to Eve, hey
what you think about that one? But then this voice
is too loud and they hear us and they run themselves
around to see what’s going on. So the funny one stops
the dance and he falls down to these knees and everyone
is clapping and singing, but then this girl, this li’l one,
sees us lying like that in the crook and she says, hey what
you doing up there in that old tree? But we ain't got
what much to say about that so we throw kisses and
stones and we climb high into the leaves.