The Fall
by: E. A. Bartholomew

And so a man was made on slumber's eve
And given ample earth on which to lie,
And never planting foot on which to leave
Would never know the willing choice to die;
Would never peer beyond the verdant wall;
Would never see the foliage of fall

In gathering the fruit that daily falls
To sup the living life that very eve,
Confinèd there within the lonely walls
He coveted a mate with whom to lie;
With whom to live the days and never die
And never from the garden wish to leave

But from her partner's sight the rib would leave,
Retrieve the Fruit which hadn't time to fall,
And cast all luck along the rolling die
To try the Fruit together in the eve,
Believe the admonition of God's lie,
And thus defy the writing on the wall

And so from sitting weak-kneed on the wall
They'd crawl from life, and from the garden leave,
But not naïve; they understood my lie!
They chose to die! They chose the bitter Fall!
For Adam's everlasting love for Eve
Would long outlast the damning day they die

And what derision! Contracted to die
And placed within a brick within a wall
To shift and shiver till the Rapture's eve
When all committed souls would up and leave
The ample earth to which they chose to fall,
On which they chose to ever love and lie

You have no will if will you not to lie
Within the earthy plots in which you die;
For what good comes of Eve and Adam's Fall
To trap yourselves again within God's walls?
If anything, your mortal thought should leave
An everlasting life's fallacious eve

For in this eve is found the greatest lie
Since only those who leave will never die
And only from the wall can Adam fall